As he took his place behind her, she managed to say Please… and then screamed as he rammed nine inches into her in one swift movement. He slapped he... on the ass, then pulled out and rammed it home again, the end of his cock hitting the top of her cunt like a battering ram. The fact that he could slide in easily now just made it faster and harder. After the forth stroke he kept up the pressure, until some muscle in her gave and let the last inch of him. Then she moaned in pain as he fucked her. Or maybe my butt just hurt so much already that the additional swats weren’t that much worse.“You are allowed to put your jeans back on, but I will warn you that jeans that tight will probably hurt to wear. Your alternative is to spend the evening wearing just your panties.”My new Dad let me try on my jeans. He was right, they hurt like hell. Funny, the Marshal had suggested that really tight jeans would help me look younger. I can’t help but suspect that he knew exactly what would happen. I. Of course we had no way of knowing what had happened, or what was happening in other places, in other towns. The limiting factor for them probably was that those Guardians who were truly behind this scheme were stationed here in Aston and, according to Elise, they were also so paranoid that none of those on the top level really wanted to leave Aston. Yes, the incident at the warehouse had really scared them - but that was just about all we knew. Our informants in low places could only get a. We never had any c***dren though, so we were able to do things we always wanted to do once I retired. We traveled, we joined clubs," and for some reason he accented the 'clubs' part, "and we ejoyed ourselves." I know I shouldn't have, but I asked anyway, "What kind of clubs did you join?" I guess I knew what the answer was going to be, but my curiosity got the best of me. At first I did't think he was going to respond, but after several minutes he did. "We were swingers." he told me, turning.