It`s not the only thing that we do that`s perhaps not what some vanilla people would call “normal”. Each year a month before our “birthday”...we each write down on a postcard whatever fantasy we have invented or read about or are turned on by this year, and want the partner to receive. Then if it`s a possibility the partner arranges to do sexually whatever it is on that birthday weekend, We can each have two requests, one for yourself and one for your partner, neither can be refused....now. “Now count them and don’t scream. We wouldn’t want to others to ruin our fun.” The first blow came down hard on my ass but I didn’t scream. I counted it and the next one came. I kept count as the tears begin to roll down my cheeks. But something else was happening too. My pussy was leaking juice like crazy. And not just cum. I was about to cum. I was so close to cumming when the final blow landed. I just needed another few hits. “Roll over and spread your legs.” I did as I was told and waited. A new terrible scream formed itself in Jessica’s throat, but was broken by her spasmodic dry-heaving. She retched violently and clear bitter fluids dripped from her tongue and lips, creating a slimy puddle on the floor beneath her pain-disfigured face.The screaming woman’s aureoles long had sunk into the now heavily bubbling water, and still the level was rising. One hundred degrees of pain simmered into her mammary glands, while the former element of life, now a seething acid, started to. It was an odd question for a strange woman to ask another. "Not quite," she stammered. "Can you untie my hands now?" "Not quite! What sort of an answers that?" Suzy offered, "I had a little bit too much to drink at an office party last year . . . ended up in the morning with a strange man in my bed. Please unite me now. I'm not going anywhere, am I?" .