.. Smack!........ Smack!? Three harsh backhands, forehands, the pin jerks, twists, jiggles, still clamped on the bud of her assaulted nipple. A forth...blow flick’s it almost off as it still grips onto the very tip of her twitching nipple. ?Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!? A constant squeal through the rag melds with the rubber hose smashing across her bulging globe, discolored, stained, and bruised. Her body sways, twists, her head reared back, her matted braid of hair flailing behind her. I pulled my legs hard against the straps, but they wouldn't give. "Unstrap me!" I begged. "I need to move." No my dear. You don't," he answered. He turned me slightly and gave me a few hard smacks on my bottom.I thought I would lose my mind with his teasing. He kept kissing and licking up and down my inner thighs. Sometimes he would gently nip me which drove me wild."Please," I begged with ragged breath."Please what?" he asked. "Tell me what you want Kimmi." Please kiss my special spot.. My wife was married thirteen years before she divorced. She has a son thirty-nine and a daughter thirty-five (eleven and seven at the time of her divorce). My ex and I divorced after a twenty-seven year hitch and I have no kids of my own; there are a lot of stories connected to my ex (more on that later). My wife and I had our daily routine for the ten years we were married that is up to a year ago; I lost her to cancer. The past year has been a big adjustment for me. There aren’t any prospects. Thinking back on our former gymnastics I was amazed at Sandra's physical strength as she would bounce us clean off the ground with her bucking. For a while there I thought I'd have to put my spurs on. I also realized how mentally frail the girl I held was. She was still shivering some, and I knew I hadn't caused it. She was still shook up about the killings, I think she knew what I was feeling as she looked in my eyes and said, “Horse, thank you, I needed someone to be close to” and gently.