” “Yes, I think so too.” I went into the kitchen and pulled out the glasses and wine bottle. I glanced into the front room often, looking at Bar...y sucking my intended’s cock. I noticed that Roger was a bit more forceful with Barry, holding his head and moving it where he wanted. After getting some blankets and spreading them on the floor, I leaned against the wall and watched my men a bit more. We knew from what Barry told us that he was far from a virgin, but hadn’t been overly promiscuous. I kept remembering what I had done, and what had been done to me.But that wasn't the worst part. What made me feel so bad was that whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I noticed that I was getting aroused. I didn't want to be. I knew I should be disgusted, traumatized.I could honestly say that I dreaded the next trip my husband would take, and what I would be put through after he left. I did not look forward to my next session with Ted. And yet the idea of it turned me on. Even after all. Without any warning he starts to spank her pretty ass. The blows fall fast and Mark uses all his strength as the smacks echo through the bedroom. Finally Jeannette starts to cry out: "Oh please, stop Mark,please!"She wiggles her charming behind under his punishing hand. After a few more blows he stops beating her and places his hand on her hot bottom."Your sweet ass is red and hot, Jeanette, and you deserve it" Mark says.He lifts her up and kisses her eyes. Jeanette gets on her feet and walks. “Harder.” Make this moment special, I think. He lowers his body onto mine, holding me so that I have to hug his body or otherwise keep my arms awkwardly down by my sides. I decide to run one hand through his chin-length wavy brown hair while I wrap the other one around him to keep him close. Oddly, I’m not hard, not like I am when my brother fucks me. Nevertheless, I moan as if I were, and take his pounding like a pro. For all the things I’ve already done at my age, I’m sadly like a pro. .