"Warm or hot, Dana?" About medium." She sighed sadly. "I feel so darn dumb having to have everyone do things for me like this." Nobody minds, baby." H... turned off the water and shrugged out of his robe. After standing her in the tub, he asked, "Would you like me to wash you? It'd probably be easier."Dana raised and dropped her shoulders unconcernedly. "I don't care. If you want to." Of course I do." His cock was rock hard as he soaped a cloth and began rubbing it over her delicious youthful. .." It looked like some corporate function. A Christmas Party? You should be on your husband's arm, laughing at his jokes, impressing his coworkers, sucking up to his boss." I'd rather be sucking up that big cock you pressed against me when we danced." Why mine?" I saw you enter the room. Your eyes evaluated everyone, dismissed them all, focused on me. They never left mine as you crossed the room. You strode toward me like a ram in a flock of sheep. You asked me to dance, like ... like you. And I mean pounding hard. The bed was shaking and banging, the sounds of his naked groin slamming on my naked ass were already loud, but he had me moaning from his fucking even louder. (I wonder what the people in the next room thought!)We fucked in lots of different positions, something he loved to do, but his favorite was missionary with my feet over his shoulders and my thighs pressed against my chest opening my ass a much as possible. He'd either be over me on his hands and toes using his. I anticipated his gentle mouth licking my tender spots, so was shocked instead to feel sharp stings as he slapped my pussy with an open hand. "Oww no" I cried out, only to be slapped harder, my clit, pussy and ass stinging each time his hand landed. I could feel the heat rising and knew that my skin would be glowing and yet still he carried on. Should I use the word? How much could I take? But very soon the slaps took on an erotic pleasure of their own. In my mind I deserved this for being.