It was a hard thrashing. The strap lashed and lashed again. I gasped, groaned, writhed and cried out. Fifty strokes was a hell of a lot. All the noise...the strap and I could make was muffled by the sound of the crashing waves, now that the tide was in. My arse was aflame, sore and I wasn’t sure a shagging after my beating was a great idea at all. Evan was sure, however, and his sheathed cock was soon persuading me that all was not lost. I was turned on by our seedy surroundings, my throbbing. Then I just had to lock the sliding table and the saw was ready. The next day I began to prep the shed, or as I like to refer to it, The Stage. I was getting ready to do perhaps the most dangerous stunt ever, sadly, with no audience. ;) The shed was pretty much empty, it was something that was recently built and I had intended to move dad's old power tools into it but just hadn't gotten around to it yet. I had come to the conclusion that this would probably be my "stage" for many more shows to. After all, if she were guilty, she would fight for her marriage.The next clue came from the recorder in Sarah's car. She used to share her car to bowling with one of her friends living rather close to us. On their way home the other woman had asked her, "How about Robin? Is he still accusing you?" Not really, but I'm sure he has a serious doubt because he offered me a divorce on fair terms instead of cheating." Do you think about it?" Of course not. It is not on that level. I love my Robin and. At the quick knock, Felicity pulled the door open and let her visitor see her in her plum-colored gown, with her more than ample breasts overflowing the low, lacy neckline and her dark hair piled high above her fine forehead. The man snorted and stepped into the room, his decorative spurs a-jingle. I slipped behind him, closing the door with my hip, put my hand to his chin and tilted his head back while I drew his short sword and put the edge of the thin, steel blade to his skinny throat."Good.