." she mustered in contention as she feels me press against her harder, my pelvis forced against her ass. " Don't you worry about that honey," I answe...ed as my lips found her neck and I gingerly touched them to her flesh. " Unless it turns you on to be the 'other woman' as you fuck a divorced man." I continue to alternate between kissing her neck and nuzzling into her hair, while my hips slowly begin to gyrate as I continue to press my pelvis into her. She is speechless, she is uncertain. Noticing my glass almost empty she picked up the bottle and offered to refill my glass but I shook my head. “I just prefer the odd glass mid-week,” I told her. “So you want me to cane you?”She stood with head bowed and nodded.“Why?”“I just like it, Master,” she responded with a shrug.I reached out with my hand and stroked her yoni. It was warm and moist. “Is it the pain?”“That’s part of it, Master,” she said. “It’s also part of enjoying being dominated. I like a strong man. My father was strong. Jaise hi usne meri gand chati tabhi mene tatikar di aur usne sari tati khali aur meri gand chatne laga aur meri gand par lagi tati chatli uar saaf kardi ye dekh kar mujhe ghin aane lagi bahut jyada. Uska fir khada hogaya usne fires mujhe chodana start kiya aur kam se kam 1 ghante aur choda aur saara maal mere mu mein dal diya thodi der mein usne apne 3-4 sathiyon ko bula liya wo us se lambe chode the unsabne milkar mereko pakda aur smooch li meri aur sharer par har jagah kat diya jaise hi. .. yesssssssssss... cuuuummming... cuuummming... oh... oh... oh... Jesus... Christ... cuuummming." My fingers were in all the way and I could feel the contraction of her cunt walls as the ripples of fuck pleasure washed over her. "Cuuummming, Jam... ie... oh... yes... !" I kept jamming my fingers in deeper and deeper. She humped and humped, jerking to another orgasm. "Oh... my... oh... fuck... fuck... fuck... !" Then she slumped against the back of the seat, temporarily satiated. I knew better..