Wendy started feeling sick on a Wednesday, right before I was about to head off to work. By midday, she was bent over the porcelain bowl in our bathro...m. I checked in with her throughout the day, figuring that it was just a bad case of the flu or something that she ate at dinner the night before. By that evening, she was buried under a mound of covers in bed, looking and feeling miserable. I took care of her all night, doting on her like a hurt child and bringing her cold washcloths and ginger. “Yes but this time, his hand occasionally brushed against my pussy while he was massaging my inner thigh,” Christy whispered, “He obviously knew that I liked it because I was breathing heavy.”“Did he leave the towels off like yesterday?”“Yes, after he’d massaged my neck, he took the top towel off completely and left it off,” Christy whispered as she mounted me, “Then, when he moved down to my feet, he took the bottom towel away and my thong-covered ass was on show the whole time.”“Wow..”“I had. Tina was getting fucked hard and fast.The stamina of the driver was phenomenal. The antenna motion never slowed for hours. I knew my wife was getting a hell of a ride and I was happy for her but, truth be told, I was getting bored with nothing to see but that big truck bouncing and the antennas whipping.About 4 AM some guys from the sausage factory opened the rear trailer doors and began unloading the truck. They used a forklift and it didn't take them long. Through the unloading process, the. Cold-bloodied, selfish, self-satisfying self-indulgence taking it out on another guy's flesh and bones because it makes you feel powerful and superior…. No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all academic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for.