He touches me to make me want more . I start to grind my mound against the bed and he touches my cunt lips and I grind more . He is not pleased by my ...rinding so I am beat on my ass with a hair brush several times. I forget that I am to count when ever he spanks me and he smacks me about a dozen times before he pauses to tell me I am a bad whore for not doing what is proper . So he begins the session of spanking again and this time I count for him ----1 sir ... 2 sir .. so on until he makes 15. She somehow didn't want to tell him too much about Gretchen, and she especially didn't want to tell him about what she and Gretchen had actually been doing during her hours at the gym."So, it sounds like you went to check out a gym, and actually ended up having a girls' day at the spa. Did you actually do any exercise?"'Oh did I ever. At least as long as you think a bunch of crashing orgasms is exercise, because they do burn calories, ' was the thought that flashed through Nina's mind, but what. She came within a few minutes but I didn’t stop as the pounding of the back of the toy to my pearl had me close also. Two minutes later I caught my train also. I thought for a moment that now maybe I earned some rest and amazingly without waking my husband. But she quickly made it known the she wanted a turn, I guess there’s many other things that are far worse in life. So I removed the harness and then fitted it to her form. I must say sucking her nectar from it got my motor running again and. Sara came into my room Sunday morning."So where are you going all the time?" she asked"Just out with some friends," I answered."You don't have friends." I thought we agreed if you didn't tell on me then I wouldn't tell on you." I'm not going to tell. I'm just curious. You're different somehow. You used to spend all your time on the computer and I bet I know what you were doing on it. Now you're gone all the time." I just have a life now."Sara was going to have to accept that. I wasn't going to.