Pulling and releasing it. A short, sharp pain went through me, but one of which was not enough to want her to stop.Her hands slid up and down my spine... Water ran down around her hands to my ass below. I closed my eyes, feeling a warmth run through my body.Her hands moved lower, caressing my ass cheeks. Holding them, squeezing, playfully slapping them. My ass was tight, firm to the touch. She loved the feel of it in her tight grasp."Mmm, I love your ass, sweetie. It's so firm and tight!" she. A business trip to Cornwall on a summer’s day was just what the doctor ordered. I was fully suited and booted, looking sharp, and content with the world. It was still early and the train was filling up, but I had my seat, and the chatter and hustle and bustle were passing me by. A few hours to doze in the sunshine, or bury my head in a good read, instead of the usual crawl through a traffic jam, seemed like a very welcome luxury. I leaned forward to raise my paper cup to my lips, and breathed. Sir could listen to Paula’s balking and whining for as long as He chose, and He chose to stop hearing it now. Paula wanted to be a ?sub?, so she thought?! Well, Sir was about to show her what that meant, and a swift harsh slap across the face was the least of Paula’s worries now? Too bad Paula doesn’t know that! While He spoke Sir had begun to roughly squeeze and maul Slut’s tits, twisting the nipples cruelly as Slut’s chest heaved with the effort of breathing only through Slut’s nose. . Preston, in their first year of marriage, remarked that she was a naturally happy person. Life hadn’t bruised her enough yet.Another spoke in his wheel of jealousy, she considered, sipping her hazelnut coffee. And she recalled how beautiful it was, sitting in those smoky cafés, watching the pedestrians pass beyond the French doors. They all looked like artists, an elite parade of Beat aristocracy. She sat at this one particular coffee shop for hours, reading Maya Angelou, Adrienne Rich,.