Slamming her down on the mattress, he imediately began slapping her across the face: forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand, repeatedly."WHAT ARE YOU?... he demanded."WhWha---" SLUT!" he yelled, and then proceeded to rip every stitch of clothing off her unwilling body."P-P-Percy," she sobbed, "why are you d-doing this to me?" You think I didn't SEE YOU whore? You were on your back with your legs spread while that lawyer fucked you on his desk!"She gasped, recognizing that her husband knew about. “We’ve been invited to Carrie’s tonight,” he answered as he started the truck. “We’re supposed to watch a couple of movies, and she’s ordering some pizza.” His hand strayed across the space separating them in the truck and he gripped her thigh with a friendly squeeze. As usual, his hand strayed north and this time she didn’t slap his hand away as he began to play. The traffic was light and it took no time at all to get to Carrie’s house. She was standing at the door as they pulled up into the. As she placed her panties in her master's hands, she noticed the small wet spot forming in his pants. Seeing her gaze on his cock, he ordered her to, "Take it out slave."Lisa began to unbutton his trousers. As she unzipped his pants, he reached out and touched her face, running his finger over her enlarged lips and across her cheeks. As she lowered his pants, and pulled his underwear down, she saw his cock for the first time. After all her experiences with men, she found his cock rather small. At the same time, when massage was over, he helped her get her sandals on, and started kissing her feet, saying that she is beautifull, like Cleopatra.Wow. Those images got me so excited. I asked her if she got wet. She denied it, but her face was telling a different story. That resulted in another night of hard, hard sex.Sadly, tomorow, she told me that she wants to change her masseus, since she doesnt feel comfortable around him, and asked me to do that for her, since her english is awfull..