This isn’t about me being married or not married. It’s about needs, Harold. I have a deep seated need for passion beyond what I can get out of my ...arriage. I can explain it all once we get together.” Dead silence on the phone. She waited. He thought about what she’d said. “Is it a deal Harold?” she asked. “Me and you, alone with some champagne and of course some good old profound passionate sex for two days straight?” Still, dead silence on the phone. He was floored. He was shocked that of all. So, he thought to himself, it would have to be a spanking but then again he did not want to hurt, let alone mark, that beautiful bottom. OK, he could make a big thing of it and then only lightly spank her but then the thought of hitting her even gently with his hand went against the grain.On Monday evening, having fretted on and off all day, he had a flash of inspiration. His father had been in the Merchant Navy and had brought home all sorts of things from around the world that Richard had. “He loved the hair, the tits, the ass, the screwing, and the dinners made on time. That was pretty much the extent of it.” She set her empty glass on the window sill. “Shit! Speaking ill of the dead.” “Shania,” I spoke softly, my eyes focused on those incredibly pointed toes of her black shoes, “you’re just telling the truth, in confidence, to a friend.” There was a long silence. Her voice was just a whisper. “Tomorrow?” She paused. “Will you still be my friend tomorrow, when all this is over?”. “Ok” replied Kevin.Kevin got off his knees went to the TV stand and opened a draw grabbed a bottle He lubbed up his cock and prodded around Joe’s tight little hole. “ Now this might be painful for your first anal experience. I’m going to shove it in very quickly, since that seems to work with my dates that want to try anal with a big cock. Ready? If it hurts, just say whale. Ok here we go” And with that Kevin thrusted his cock inside Joe. Joe screamed and moaned. Kevin was ready to pull it.