“Tongue fuck it your dirty bitch!” I gingerly obeyed by using my now stiff tongue to penetrate your pungent anus, working it in and out, and takin... long delicious licks as I held your ass cheeks apart so I could really penetrate your divine asshole. I worshiped the opportunity to pleasure your anus. Suddenly while I was tongue-fucking your hole, you slapped my pussy shouting, “Why is your cunt wet bitch? I did not give you permission to enjoy this!” You got up to get your crop to use to punish. I could not help but glance down first to her full bosom straining against her tailored designer suit, then down to those shapely full-figured hips. I stopped to take in those thick thighs which seemed to be miles of silky, soft white flesh tapering into shapely calves which ended in perfect pedicured toes stuffed into designer heels."Huh?" She caught me off-guard. Really didn't take much."File this for me, please." She repeated. She smiled as she said this. Her perfectly applied red lipstick. A single tear escaped her constraint and, hoping I wouldn't regret it, I had to ask why. She waved me off and sniffled. While taking small sips, I silently imagined those long, toned legs around my neck and..."I didn't mean to be so rude. It's just ... just ... well, today's my birthday and I HATE my F'ing husband!" Well! That's sad. I hate to take advantage of her, but I can still admire her legs while I console her; probably even get away with touching them."Happy birthday. If you need an. Chapter one of eight describes the "I, Masochist" performance and events leading up to it. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.If you are under the.