" That's right. Of course, I know you don't love him, but he loves you. You need all the friends you can get in life." But, he's a slave." Sure he is,...but one day he will be a man. He may hold a sword to defend you against an enemy. If he remembers how you have treated him shabbily, then he may just stand aside leaving you to your fate. On the other hand, if you were to mend your ways to treat him as kindly as he deserves, he might die, if necessary, so that you may live. You have to help him. But that was never a problem again, I suspect my boss (the owner) probably preferred the chance to spank me once in a while.Honestly, I liked the spankings a little bit too. Before you ask, I’m not aroused by the pain; I’m not a masochist. But my husband can be such a wimp, especially since he lost his corporate position, that I enjoy having a man take charge of me. Not all of the time, or even most of the time.For the last 2 years nothing has changed about the spankings. Sometimes when I know. "Do you like this?" I asked as she started to frig her clit again. "Oh more! please more " she gasped quite loudly. It felt as if her ass was nibbling my finger and bit by bit it slid up her . She started to grunt a little and I just held my finger steady as she sort of rocked back and forth impaling her ass with my finger as she now seriously frigged her fanny. I was wanking my cock with my free hand and then I felt the muscles in her ass tighten rythmically on my finger. Suddenly she. How they moved it couldn’t really be called dancing as they just rubbed their bodies together and Todd fondled her partially naked behind. She wore a cocktail dress with a deep back cleavage. Her skin was warm and pleasant to feel. He couldn’t detect any wrinkles. Todd replied with the same candor and let his hands slide down over her surprisingly firm, round butt. He pulled her against his erection supporting his words. ‘That would suit me well but I don’t think I could take that risk. You.