And it wasn't just that amazing cock of his that could turn me from a respectful woman into a begging bitch within seconds. There was something else. ...'m not quite sure what it was, although I suspect it was our shared views on sex. I think we both believed sex was not an act of intimacy (something I struggle with in my current relationship) it was an act of raw, carnal lust with no emotional hang-ups. I didn't care for him -- he didn't care for me. We suited each other perfectly. Emotionless. .. please whip my tits some more! Please, I need to feel your cane some more!” Beverly cried.With a nod from Mistress Payne, Becky began raining down a barrage of good solid whacks with the cane, entirely covering her tits, with no pause in between blows. The strokes came hard, fast, and continuously and Beverly squealed then screamed as the assault kept on.“OHHHHGAAWD!” Beverly cried out as the cane came down across her bound, hyper-sensed tits over and over again. Her nipples, still clamped. Can you give me one good reason for not going to a divorce attorney right now?" Mary was furious and was just seconds away from causing bodily harm to Mark."No, I am not out of my mind and I agree that a marriage is made on trust but by asking your permission have I not reaffirmed my trust in your love for me? You can trust me to talk to you before taking any decision that would change our marriage even the slightest. And as far as you not satisfying me in bed, it is not true and yet it is. He knew what those firm cheeks felt like when he cupped them in his hands, lifting her loins into a platform of lust… and what they felt like against his lean belly when he fed it to her doggy style. Penniless or not, he was glad he had married her. He began to finger her pussy. The newspaper rustled in her hands. Bob was naked and his big, newlywed dong was standing up in a rampant readiness. He slowly pushed his middle finger up her hole and twisted it about. Her pussy sucked at his digit.