She had saved him from a beating through intimidation alone. Was he really man enough for this Amazon of a woman? Would she stay with him, be satisfie... with someone like him, or was he just kidding himself?'He heard the key in the door and the sound of her boots entering the kitchen. The door closed and he heard Angel's voice."Paul; Paul, where are you?" Here in the living room," he replied.He heard her footsteps as she walked across the kitchen, down the hall and entered into the room. She had. .My sensual wife was wearing a short summer dress with no underwear.The thin material allowed to guess her hardened nipples poking against the cloth and even her dark areolas were visible. As we passed the reception, our nice kind young guy gave Ana a thorough examination and he clearly enjoyed what he saw. It looked to me that he was undressing my wife with his hungry eyes…After having a delicious Italian meal for dinner; we both went to a couple bars there in the middle of the small town.My. Sunday afternoon was our most important time of all. After a bit of lunch, I would get down on my knees in the middle of the carpet in front of Philip, and confess all my little sins and misdemeanours. Philip would listen, ask questions, and pass sentence. Then I would get my punishment, so many strokes of the cane, so many of the tawse, and I would be forgiven and start again with a clean slate for the next week. Then Philip and I would just lie on the bed and cuddle, with his hand caressing. Moving slowly at first and then quicker as I gained confidence, I pushed harder and deeper onto him until my cervix screamed at me and the temptation to scream gave way to full lunged howling. I stared deep into Chris’ eyes until he told me what I longed to hear, “That’s all of me you dirty little bitch.” I came before he finished the sentence. I love it when men talk dirty to me and couldn’t bare to ride him anymore without gushing for a (previously unheard of) third time. I looked across to.