. . . this?’ His now wet finger left my trembling lips to find the bud of my anus, caressing it lightly. ‘Oh, my, I’ve been thinking about THAT ...or a long time,’ I admit. His finger went back to my wetness, dipping and weaving around my labia, tantalizing and collecting moisture. Then he returned to my back door, taking moisture with him, painting it as if he were . . . . oh god, was he priming the pump? ‘Yes, you said you had been thinking about trying anal sex sometime. You’ve spoken to me. Slowly he moved his finger downward, in between my eyes, then on my nose and finally it stopped on my lips. His other hand was playing with my hair, sometimes my ass. He was too close to me. I could feel his hot breath and erect dick. His hand movement was making me crazy.The heat started building in me and in a moment I got all answers for my troubling mind .This man knew how to satisfy an woman. His every move was making me mad and was a new thing for me. I hugged him tightly with both my. Please believe me and have faith in me. All I want is to make you happy. Cause when you are happy, I am happy too!" "I am happy now with you and I want you to be happy too. Oh, so you mean that if I sleep with someone else, you will be happy?" I replied sarcastically. He paused for a moment and said, "Sorry to say, it is yes! It turns me on greatly when I know that my own wife is so sexually active. I am very proud of you and really wish that I can show you to my friends or whoever. To let. I found myself asking why Richard had not spanked me earlier. “Go upstairs, take your dress off and in your best slutty pose I want you to kneel on the edge of the bed facing the door,” he instructed, “I want you to wait – to be fucked!” I was panting, my arse stung like it was on fire and my eyes were half shut and what’s more, I had been punished for staying out late and behaving badly. As I rose from my position, I imagined all sorts of punishment that I was to receive in the bedroom. John.