When the cop noticed this, he laughed, and – with his fingers still thrusting in and out of my pussy – moved me over to the open driver’s side d...or, so that my husband could get a better view of my tits swinging back and forth and banging into each other as the cop continued finger-blasting my twat.“You like that, do you?” he said to my husband in the most rhetorical question ever asked. Terry didn’t answer, but just kept jerking himself off as he watched the cop grabbing my tits and shoving. You are the glorious woman I have worshipped for so long ever since I saw you running with the King's carriage. Those fools at the village might have forced me to call you my slave, but we both know better than that!" I think, for the purposes of the journey, with you clothed and riding a horse and me naked and on foot, it makes sense if others think of me as the slave, Paula! That way my nudity might not get me into quite so much trouble! And this pretence will be easier to make convincing if. " I'm sorry if I said some hurtful things. Do you accept my apology... my love?"I heard her mutter something under her breath--it sounded like "No, asshole," but I let it go. She looked at me, smiling so sweetly that it was clearly false. "Sure, Dad." There's a good girl. Now, come here. Every spanking ends with a hug, Cara."The hug started out with my daughter being stony. She stood there, not even pretending to hug me back. Then her head came to my shoulder and she took a breath in. She let. . I smeared even more as I fell to her side. And closed my eyes as I tried to keep my heart from exploding and to gather my mind from the mess it had been scrambled into.I finally managed to open my eyes as I felt Arbiona leaning up on her side and then her hair falling over me as she kissed me on the lips. “Thank you! You were wonderful!” she whispered in my ear. My cock twitched but my mind screamed “Enough!” so I rolled off of the bed in the other direction and stumbled toward the bathroom.