"... Yes, my husband... I'm a whore. A filthy little whore." Well, at last we get to the truth. What shall I do with a whore of a wife who fornicates ...ith her own father on her wedding day?"She knew the answer he wanted. "Discipline me, my husband. I have been unfaithful. I deserve whatever punishment you give me." Get the riding drop from that cabinet," he ordered. She silently obeyed."Now take off your clothes and get on your knees."The dress, panties and shoes quickly lay on the floor beside. I was glad, shedidn't get out much and I thought she should have some fun, plus Iwould be home alone while she was out. She had been dating this guy for a couple of weeks when shedecided to have him and his son over for dinner one night. Stan (myMoms new boyfriend) was 6'2" and weighed around 275 pounds. Mike (hisSon) was a chip off the old block so to speak, at 16 he was already 6feet tall and 225 pounds. He played football and wrestled for his HighSchool. Compared to them I felt so small. I. After a while you make you way over to me, much braver now than in the bar. You begin to dance right in front of me, shoving your big ass in my crotch, feeling my cock hard for you. You are practically acting like a lap dancer in the middle of the club, I can see your friends pointing and wondering what the fuck you are upto, but you don't care, you remember all our conversations, all my stories and your lust for me is taking over.I grab your waist and pull you into me, holding you tight. She could never take a serious stare, well, seriously. She giggled and looked at the floor, keeping him peered in her sight. She said, "Well.." "Because, uhm.." There was a short pause and it was shortly interrupted by him. "Well?" "Well, because.." She held another short pause. "Well, I didn't get my cookie." She was awfully quite fond of cookies. The sugar cookie, to be exact. He took a great big sigh of relief, having made her some sugar cookies the afternoon earlier. He walked over to the.