We began with small talk but eventually talked about what we would like to do today. I told him that for a long time I had the fantasy of getting cum ...n my face. He grinnend and said, that this would be something he could make happen for me. We both laughed and finally arrived at the weekend house. It was surrounded by a big garden, the next weekend house was a about 300 meters away. He was right, we would be alone. My heart was pounding as we left the car. I asked him if he was sure that. Frank stood back to watch her for a moment, always awed by his wife’s eagerness to be mutilated for the fun of it.“You want whipped?” he asked, noticing that she hadn’t come when he shoved those stilettos up through her breasts. Still trembling, Tanya looked up at him and grinned. “I want more knives in me,” she gasped, her voice unsteady and shaking.Frank shook his head, knowing that she really did want more torture. He got the wheeled table-saw that he had modified with a cat-o-nine-tails and. But it was not sex that was first on the agenda.“Wow, I learned a lot more than I ever knew tonight. I mean, I knew most of this, but not quite in this way. So you were in Idaho for what, a month before you finally came down here?”“Yep, actually more like two months because dad was spending a lot of time going back and forth. We rented an old migrant house for a month or so, between packing up and selling the ranch and his moving down here finally. Then I moved in with some friends for the last. ’ ‘Psh’ she said, ‘you only got to watch me for less than three minutes. Honestly, in my professional opinion, you didn’t get your money’s worth.’ ‘I saw enough’ he said, ‘and I feel like I did. Isn’t the customer always right?’ ‘I suppose you’re right’ she agreed. Sitting back, she let his words sink in when suddenly an idea came to her, a delightful, enticing idea. ‘Paul?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘What you said, it’s true-about taking pride in what you do. And on that note, I’d like to…show you something..