The fact that she’d done it on our honeymoon made it more so. I was frozen, rock hard and snarling mad as I’d watched her take that cock inside he..., smiling at me the whole while. But I hadn’t left. We’d only been married two days. Later, after the screaming, she’d explained to me that one cock would never be enough, that although she had been faithful during our engagement she’d had frequent lovers before me, and that she would now begin again. She had explained that she didn’t love them, that. A few seconds later the door opens and I see this beautiful face appear. Tim? She says. “Yep, that’s me”, I replied. She opened the door and invited me in. Once inside she gave me a tight tug pressing her gorgeous body against me. She was wearing black lace tank with black lace panties, knee high socks and heels, probably 3 or 4 inches. We sat on the bed and chatted for a few minutes, which helped A LOT because I was unbelievably nervous. She asked, “what are you into?” “What do you mean”, I. Each hit elicited a small, muffled scream and by the first dozen, she was sobbing. After her breasts and her cute nubs had received enough marks, I finished by forcefully rubbing the pointy twig on them to make sure every centimeter had got its share of the abuse. Before going on with the pain, I wanted to start adding elements of humiliation, starting from small things. ?Turn around, lift your leg up and show me your pussy. Open your labia with your fingers. Spread it, fondle it, make me want. She did exercises, taking a page from The Hermit’s book about exercise helping things heal. Slowly, as she continued twisting and moving and bending, she got to the point where pulling at the skin on her back didn’t hurt so badly. Eventually, “pain” wasn’t the right word any more. It was stiff, and pulled when she moved. She was constantly aware of it, but she no longer winced as her body got back its normal range of motion.The time for her appointment came and she went to see Doctor Zimmerman,.