His blood was racing through his veins, his heart going ballistic and his mind worked overtime to keep his thoughts on the right track.“Yes honey. W...uld you get down on your knees and give me a blowjob please?”Now Robert loved his wife, but she wasn't actually what you would call a very sexual woman. In the seven years that they had been married, Joanna had only gone down on him twice (while drunk) and she had only had sex with him in the dark confinements of their bedroom. So he knew that if. It didn’t seem to matter how many times they made love, sometimes she’d still blush as if it was the first time he’d seen her naked. Each time she blushed it just made him want her more. His hands came down to undo her jeans as his mouth trailed a path back across her collar bone and down between her breasts, and nice though her clearly expensive bra was, it was her breasts that his eyes couldn’t get enough of. They filled the bra beautifully. He kissed them tasting her skin, a gorgeous mix of. Then suddenly she leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "You really must do better,” said Joan. "Fetch me the quirt and I will teach you not to make me come so quickly."As Gail fetched the leather strap she felt fulfilled. She almost danced to the cabinet and selected the heaviest of all the short whips. She had spent months waiting for this moment. It was like a dream come true. Her mistress was going to punish her properly at last and best of all she would meet Miss Clearmont. Miss. She gradually speeded up, fucking me for all she was worth and suddenly slammed down onto me, wrapped her arms around me tightly, and squealed. Her body trembled and her pussy gripped me tightly. When her orgasm had subsided, I lifted her up off of my cock and set her gently onto the couch. She was protesting, thinking I was ready to stop. I helped her get onto her knees on the couch and fingered her pussy. She moved her legs apart and waggled her ass. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down.