It was also very apparent how she was affected by the treatment because I could see how wet and glistening her pussy was. Her moistened lips were puff... and leaking clear juices that had begun to slide down her long legs towards the tops of those black boots she wore. "Please spank me some more, Sir, and I'll let you fuck me!" "You'll let me fuck you? You're hardly in the position to say no, now are you?" "Well, I could use the safe word...and then you'd have to let me go," she said. "Yes, I. " Seven years? The builder didn't do your husband any favors. Paint should last longer than that. You wouldn't happen to have a ladder?"I did happen to have a ladder in the garage."Maria? Would you be so kind as to toggle the Lincoln door? Thank you."Well, come on ... let's get the ladder." Nice garage, you can't see it from the road ... the paint on these soffits is bubbling too."This garage is newer than the house?" He looked the question.I held up two fingers."Two years old? Let me get that. I used to stare at her pictures and invariably fantasise her while having sex with my wife. I used to sometimes utter her name while doing intercourse much to the discomfort of my darling wife. Though I never had sex with anybody other than my wife, I thought of withdrawing some money from my GPF and go to Madras to spend a night with her and had made some clandestine inquiries with some acquaintances, which used to say that they can arrange a better actress. But I was adamant and wanted her. I lay slumped like a dead weight on her for a minute while I recovered myself,then I pushed myself up and looked at her. Rachel was staring blankly at theceiling, eyes filled with tears which were overflowing and running down thesides of her head. I knew I was quite near to breaking her and that once I'ddone that I could un-gag her and get her mouth to work on me. I glanced the other way at the back of the sofa, it was quite high backed ? aboutwaist height ? and that gave me an idea. I pulled.