Damn, that hurt. Felt really good when we were doin' it but I'm payin' for it now." She said this with a grimace and wiggle of her bottom on the chair..."So what kind of schedule do we have today?" I asked while shoveling the great food into my face."Relax this morning, then go into see Terry, ah, Sherry about noon." Hope she's doing okay. The Doc assured us we would be called if there were a problem, but I still wonder how she's doing." I commented."I'll call in a few minutes and ask the nurse. I tried hard to deal with the pain by trying to breathe deeply. I felt skewered like a telephone pole was being driven inside my body. To say I was overwhelmed was complete understatement. The man was merciless and only increased his thrusting speed and depth as my whines and groans may have been mistaken for some kind of crazy enjoyment on my part. Soon his balls and pelvis met my ass as I began to try to cope with the most intense "deep" spanking of my life.Sweat and perspiration ran down my. It was like there was something in the air. My husband made it clear that he appreciated all of it and he often grabbed me, kissed me, hugged me etc. at all hours. I started doing the same, and he let me.As a rule Sung and I got naked and sweaty with climaxes for about three times a day. He was my alarm “cock” in the morning, making a very nice wake-up. Then between 10 and 4 we had lunch, a shower, our most active sex and a siesta, in whatever order worked; this always included one or more oral. Mr. Murray walked forward and snatched the briefs. Turner looked straight ahead but he could see a reflection of Mr. Murray in the office door window.“Right let’s have a look”, said Mr. Murray. Turner could see Mr. Murray tentatively bringing the white briefs up for inspection. But instead of looking in them, Mr. Murray gently rubbed the briefs against his face and he again inhaled deeply as he held them against his nose. In the reflection, Turner couldn’t tell whether Mr. Murray’s eyes closed.