Of course not, that was the last thing I wanted. I was still in love with my wife and had to figure a way of showing her. She finally started to acc...pt my transgressions and decided to work on restoring the marriage. We took a long weekend and drove down to the coast just to get away for a couple of days. That weekend we made love like never before, especially when she would mention the affair. On our long walks on the beach, I finally got up the nerve to suggest that we entertain the . She milks every drop. She rubs it all over her tits, then licks it from her fingers, putting on one hell of a show for the camera.When she's done with me, I collapse back in my seat for a rest. Shirley stands in front of me, steps out of her high heels and undoes her jeans real slow, pushing them down to her ankles. Next she takes off her pink panties, showing me her neatly shaved pussy. She slides her bare feet back into her heels and bends over Mrs. Beasley's desk. I get behind her and slip. I would shake it around like I saw the girls doing on the music videos. I was so young when boys started noticing me, and realized I could get them to watch me and do stuff for me, if I did certain things. Susan, do you remember Jason, he cut the grass when we lived in California? I was so horny I used to play with myself whenever, and wherever, I could. When I was ten, Jason caught me playing with myself in the backyard. I had my pants off, my legs spread wide open, and Jason walked right up. For her, it just plain hurt. She flinched and yelped at every strike. And yet, she could feel her pussy getting damp. It was supposed to be unpleasant, it was punishment, after all. Each blow to her body was another assertion of his power over her. Is that how the pain sluts do it? Does the pleasure come from the pain itself or from the meaning behind it? Maybe even that distinction goes away after a while.Finally he was satisfied and put the flogger away. He climbed up the stairs, not even.