Then I opened him up, and he was out of control as he was waiting to explore my body. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. I immediately took the ...oggy position as Pratik wanted me to do that as soon as I get on the bed. My husband was shocked again to see me in such position as I never insisted on anal. But his horniness was on such level that he was not at all cared about why I was doing that, and he started spanking me softly and slowly inserted his rod in me. He holds my boobs firmly. "... Yes... I... I got it," she said tears running down her cheeks."And when we get inside, you better fuck me like you've never fucked me before... and you had better look like you're enjoying every minute of it. And I don't just want her to see, I want her to hear you, begging for it. You understand?"Again she could not bring herself to answer."I said you understand?" he repeated brusquely."Johnny, please don't make me do this! I'll do anything else you want..." Shut up. That dyke is going to. "Oooh, that feels nice, Mike. I never thought it would." See if you like this," as I feel his finger press up into me and begin moving in and out."Oh, wow, that's incredible. That's gonna ... UNH, UNH, UNG, ooh, ooh, oh, MIke, that feels fantastic. Oh, do it some more."He continued to finger my butt as I slumped against him, the pleasure so unexpected, so wonderful.He kept it up for a few minutes until, "Um, that's making me a little sore right now, Mike, okay," and he pulled his finger out and. It was the longest night of my life. Why would she be crying about my refusal to condone her meeting with an ex-boyfriend? Why did she wait a whole day to tell me about his being in town? Why did he call her at all? The conversation we had was short and was not emotionally charged enough to bring her to tears. I was missing something. There was something that I did not understand. I tossed and turned all night trying to work it out. Of course there was an easy solution to my dilemma. All I had.