”“No. I don’t need a double bang tonight.”“Why not?”“You were perfect the first time.”“I’m...even better the second time.”“No, I don’t need it again.”“But I do it for you.”“I’m too sensitive down there. Let’s sleep.”Norman was stunned. He had double fucked his wiferegularly and successfully for the past 5 years. Aftergiving his wife a complete fucking, a real one. I gave out a moan and pushed back against her finger which made her laugh and say oh my dear sweet Jennifer you are ready. Wasting no more time she swung the strap across the middle of my bottom smack and again smack, the sounds bounced off the old walls. At first I thought this is ok, then a couple more hard smacks and then the pain started to sink in and the burning started to build, then a steady rain smack smack smack, Aunty layed that strap on with vigor, harder faster smack whip smack. I did not think she would not let me carry her case. I walked outside. She was stretching her arms above her head and then leaned side to side. Admiring her movements. Her tan midriff exposed. She was gorgeous. What the fuck and I doing I said to myself, thinking of the look on Sarah’s face. I walked up to her, remotely unlocking the car and reached down to place her case in the back seat. She grabbed it out of my hand; yep independent. I opened the front passenger door. “Hey, you don’t need to. The truth was, Christopher Phelps was indeed sick. His sickness was rooted in the emotional, but it was extremely real. Saturday night and all day Sunday, he had experienced repeated episodes of severe shaking, continuing for upwards of a half-hour in duration, followed by hours of lassitude.He had awakened periodically from troubled sleep, experiencing apparent calm and believing himself to have recovered. But each time, the violent shaking had returned. The manic cycles had seemed to be.