“Oh, you didn’t like it when I beat you last time, baby?” you ask, lifting your hand and lightly smacking her ass again.“No,” Trish cries.�...Remember what you said, Trish?” you ask, “Remember what you told Daddy?”“Wh… What did I… ““It doesn’t matter if you like it, Trish,” you answer, whacking her ass again, “You have no choice. Remember?”“Not again, please!” she whines.“Do you remember telling me to spank you as hard as I want?” you remind her, “You said this stupid helpless bitch can’t do. "Oh Jesus," he sighed as I felt his teeth dig into the flesh of my back. Suddenly I had an overwhelming desire to be on top. It couldn't be wrong to do it--just to see what it was like. If Thad didn't like it, he'd tell me. Scooching forward, I pulled my sweet slit away from his plunging member and pushed him sideways onto the mattress."Hey, what's happening!" he laughed."Shelly wants to play," I whispered. "Just lay back and enjoy." Thad did what I said, smiling up at me with a curious look in. He stretched his legs in front of himself and let them fall open in a relaxed manner as he settled himself. The rich scent of his chocolate filled the compartment and my stomach grumbled. It had been ages since I’d eaten anything half so nice as Schokolade. The rough wool of his trousers brushed against my knee, and I glanced at him with annoyance. These young men had been too long with their own kind, forgetting the courtesies of civilian life, I thought. He moved his leg so that it no longer. Patrick pulled his softened manhood from my wife's cunt. It made a plopping sound as he pulled out. Mary's cunted farted loudly. She never moved as her lover made his way to the master bathroom. I heard the shower start and I left the dark of my closet cave. Mary rolled over and stared at me. She reached over and took a gulp of whiskey. "Get out, get the fuck out, she whispered loudly. Get the fuck out of this room and leave us alone.”I left the room and slunk away to the basement. I.