Maybe she liked touching it so she woke up around 20 times to do this I couldn’t see her face in the darkness.At five in the morning I woke up to pe... and as I was climbing up the berth she saw and smiled at me naughtily(thinking I went to masturbate) I also smiled and soon it was time to get down she didn’t seem to show any reaction but I was all on cloud nine and excited.We had marriage work and everyone was busy so I didn’t get time to spend with her. One day my uncle called me and asked me. We drove straight through after leaving Las Vegas, getting back home just after two o'clock that afternoon.During the drive back to Hesperia, Delilah and Bridget were both asking me if there were other places, besides Vegas, where we could go for a weekend. I think they were starting to get a little bored with Las Vegas, wanting to go somewhere that they hadn't been before. We discussed San Francisco, and going to the Colorado River. No one was too excited about seeing either of those places.. I gave her the cloths and walked back and told her "I dropped a sock". I bent over and pulled my shorts up allowing my dick to poke out of my right shorts. I held the sock low in her line of sight and gave it to her. She looked at and froze for a second. She turned around and I saw more dry laundry so I grabbed it and took it to the living room. I lifted my shorts even more to allow my dick to show even more. We did the laundry together and I cleaned around the living room too. I had it peeking. She wasn't allowed to beg for mercy or promise any particular behavior, she wasn't allowed to say anything at all. If she did it only made the beating more severe, he may even trade the whip for something more substantial. She had learned to remain quiet despite the painful treatment. The pain was new but keeping quiet in the face of adversity wasn't. She had long ago learned to hold her tongue when the office politics got sordid or she had to endure the brunt of her superior's foul moods.He.