He put his hands on my pussy and gave a painful pinch there. Then he tore off my shirt and pinched my nipples and squeezed them mercilessly. It was so...painful that I started crying. He was still scolding me. After few minutes he came to me. Now I was also totally naked sitting on his bed, weeping with my hands covering the face. He came to me and consoled me. But I did not stop crying.He lifted me inn his arms and put me on his lap. Then all of a sudden I realized that he was also naked and his. I’m not the most endowed man on the planet but Benny has quite the package. How do I know? Well, a little background is probably in order here.I grew up in a rather large family and got my first taste of sex during the summer before my Senior year in high school. I was house-sitting my next-door neighbor’s place and I invited my BFF to check the place out with me one night. There were all kinds of goodies in the house but the thing I was most interested in sharing was the liquor cabinet.I. I agreed with him it couldn't do any harm. My husband knew I always wanted to go to one of them posh spas where they pamper you and he kindly booked it for me and made all the arrangements train, taxi etc it was further then I thought " maybe he wanted me far away lol" he actually said he picked the best one he could find. A week of pampering I couldnt wait I packed my suitcase the day before, I wasn't sure what to pack really but packed the usual stuff but made sure I had my bikini as I would. Your wife is a self-centered, manipulative bitch. She married you for money and prestige. I suspect you were so bedazzled by her looks that you didn't see her true nature. I can't say I blame you: fabulous tits and fucked like a banshee before you married her, didn't she?" He spoke in the same tones a man might use while discussing England's chances in the World Cup.Cromwell leaned toward him, his face a thundercloud. "Now look here, whoever you are, I --" Mr. Cromwell," the man interrupted,.