"Okay honey," Mark continued in his low voice. "This is why we need to get a professional table. Now just hold still." Mark squirted more oil on my ba...k and buns, then he climbed on the bed with me, Holy shit! He crawled on top of me, and I felt his hot, rock hard cock slip between my butt cheeks. He settled his weight on top of me. His cock felt much bigger than it looked a few minutes ago. "I should say, by this point you should be naked, then you can drag your big tits... oh, uh, sorry to be. He finally pulls my head away and looks at his handiwork. He smiles when he sees that drool hangs from my chin, my eyes are watery and lips are swollen from his abuse. "Beautiful!" he whispers, astonished at the sight of me. He grabs the hem of my long t-shirt and drags it up over my head, but stops mid-way, covering my face with my arms still up, locking me in that position before he pushes my upper body down onto my bed. He leans in towards me, "Let's play a game, sweet Aurora," he whispers. .” She trailed off as she felt him. "Ohh..."“Care to explain why you’ve been so forgetful? Is this you wanting me to punish you? If you’re really forgetting as much as you are - maybe you should consider a calendar you can follow instead of that pathetic one on your phone.” Smack! Michael slid his finger out and began the punishment, alternating cheeks as he gave her a few swats. “Mmmm! I will - I’ll get a calendar to keep in my purse with me...” Becky quickly replied, a little shocked at the. * * * * I slept in late every day, decided not to shave, and didn’t even bother to make use of the bathtub. I ate when I felt like it, drank whatever I desired. At times I enjoyed a bit too much of the local brew and succumbed to fits of depression. Now and then I drunkenly considered going for a midnight swim and let the sea take me away forever. But it wasn’t time for that. On the fourth day of my voluntary exile, after accepting a delivery of shrimp, flank steak, and a variety of vegetables.