..”I put my finger to his lips. “What it is is not over. You drive this land yacht home and be at my house in an hour. Don’t even think about sa...ing no, you understand?”He just grinned and said “yes, dear.” Then he gave me another scorcher of a kiss and drove away. I practically ran home, jumping into the shower, choosing my outfit, and doing my makeup to perfection. I put a note on the door: “Come out back.”It was almost an hour exactly when he showed up. He walked into the back yard looking. You can't help wondering what it's like to be him. Or her. She's getting ready to experience the kind of athletic fucking I could only dream of giving. It's erotic but terribly punishing at the same time. My mind goes as it always does to Cindy. Did she ever do something like this? Did she ever have such a powerful cock? Was she drawn to other men because of their size or physical power? Or did she do it just to dominate me? I'm probably torturing myself - in fact I know I am, thinking of my ex. She was no shapely blond bimbo; she was a brown haired, 5 foot 6 inch, wiry, street wise, a woman with small but attractive tits, few inhibitions and a slewed slant on life. She had few untried sexual deviations, having lost her virginity to the home warden at 13; she had found herself allowing the other inmates use her body in return for either money or favours of one sort or another, That led to her pregnancy at just fifteen and the birth of a boy c***d on her sixteenth Birthday who was. He was livid and wanted her really punished this time. He explained that he had caught her looking at bdsm videos on here many times but she would never watch with him just said she was curious about them until he saw her playing with herself one time. This was when he decided to contact me again. He told me as he loved her but he could spank her he couldn’t go any further than that and it was what she desired he thought so as her punishment he would get me to do it then she could decide.