You thank yourself. What is your name?' 'Al...' 'No!' He struck the wall with the belt, right by her head. 'Your name is Slut. What is your name?' 'Sl...t,' she sobbed. 'Good girl. Are you ready?' 'Yes, Sir.' The belt struck softer this time and she was overwhelmed by a sense of disappointment. 'Two. Thank you Slut. Harder!' This time she screamed as the leather sliced across her buttocks. 'Four. Thank you Slut. Harder!' Her legs gave way at the final strike. As she sat on the cold, wet floor. What's more, I remembered just how much I had been aroused by what had happened and how I had enjoyed anal sex for the first time with my darling wife. No wonder she was sore, I thought, as I remembered how much sex she had endured (or was that enjoyed?).Over the next few weeks our sex life seemed even better than it had been and we got to enjoy anal sex again, both agreeing that it was nice to do occasionally but it would never replace the real thing.Still, it became very clear to us both that. Now she is all I can think of. I can't even concentrate onmy games. I am all mixed up." "Well, think of me as Becky and put this on. You do look nice ina dress, kind of like a younger me." She left and he put the baby doll pajamas on. He liked how theyfelt but still felt odd wearing them. He slept well and the nextmorning left them on as he had breakfast. Mary came out and told him as soon as he was dressed they weregoing over to Becky's house. He went to get dressed and as he wasdressing. Try telling that to my cock, which was forming a significant bulge in the front of my jeans.Damn, I thought, she’s so close that if I took my dick out now I could slap her arse with it!That errant thought only added strength to my erection, which was getting uncomfortable in its confinement.Suddenly, the bus lurched to the left and the blonde girl lost her balance, stepping backwards and treading on my foot. She turned to look at me with angelic, apologetic eyes and said in a voice so rich it.