"On the internet," I said. "Let me write down some of the sites you can find me on." I reached for my handbag, trying to get a pen and something to wr...te on out of it, which proved difficult with a hand full of CDs. Seeing my struggle, she came closer and held the disks for me. I scribbled a few URLs on an old shopping list (cucumbers and bananas, I remember those fondly) and when I handed it to her, I smiled and leaned in, whispering: "Or you can just find out right here."She grabbed the paper. She squealed louder and began to cry. I rubbed the crop over her sloppy cunt and gave it a flick, which in turn smacked against her clit. Again she squealed in pain. I rubbed the crop over her cunt again, rubbing a bit harder so to stimulate her clit and I could, once again, see that she was getting turned on by this. Determined to settle this I gave her arse another two whacks with my full force. The welts came up almost straight away, a pleasant sight but not for her. She was crying into the. “Darling, let me suck your breast. Your milk is warm and tasty. Tell me when you want the baby to suck this breast. I’ll not consume much. I’ll spare as much milk as possible to your kid.” It was a strange thing that happened to me. My kid was sucking one breast, while the other breast was being sucked by another man, while all these being eagerly watched by my husband. While Boss was sucking, my breast secreted milk fast. Slowly I got lust and pressed his head hard against the breast. He. "I don't know, Wade. I just lost my temper. I don't know what came over me. I'll apologize on Monday morning. It wasn't called for." I know what the problem is, buddy. You haven't been getting laid lately. That amazon fiancée of yours is missing-in-action and you're going through withdrawal." You're probably right, I am missing her. Worse, it isn't going to get any better for some time. She's so wrapped up in this new project that I can barely get her to talk on the phone, much less find time.