It wouldn't have mattered what I said at that point. Mistress quickly shoved my dirty panties into my mouth. And stepped behind me. My ass was still w...t from the shower. She didn't even go easy. Im pretty sure It was as hard as she could.CRACK! It sounded like a big fire cracker went off ON my ass! It felt like being hit with a piece of wood, well that's what it was! I started screaming into the gag! My ass was on fire from the First blow!AAAAAHHHHH!!!CRACK!All I could hear was her stepping. Her body is hairless other than the strange feathers on her head and she has more rows of the razors up and down her body except for where the designs are. She has two rather evil-looking ones just over her moist opening that look like hooks. I still can’t see her eyes and have no idea if she’s aware of me or not. She must have sensed me, mimicking the same strange behavior as me. Her lip snarls up exposing black gums and metal teeth. Her toes curl up and legs tighten. I can hear her moaning. I can never bring myself buy them. I fear I'll taste the cookie, start crying, and won't be able to stop. With all my memories of her, its sad that every single time I think of her, the first home movie running in my head, if only for a split second, is my kissing her cold forehead in her coffin. What the hell is that about?So closed coffin definitely, although lately I've been obsessed about cremation. Only because my mom recently told me she just paid for her funeral so we wouldn't have to.. Like he had done this before, he slipped in behind my wife and started kissing her back and massaging her tits from behind. She reached back and squeezed his hard cock through his jeans and moaned so deeply…it made a sensation on my cock I had never felt before and it was out of this world. I actually had to call a time out and get a drink of water so I didn’t blow a load to fast. When I cam back in the parlor what do I see, my gorgeous wife sitting on the couch stroking his impressive cock.