Butch spun me around, reached under my skirt and stripped me of my panties saying, “Your bill hasn’t been paid in full yet. Now bend over that hoo....” I did what I was told to do. He pushed my legs apart and ran his oil covered hands up and down my crack. I knew he was still hard and could feel his cock pressing against me. Then I felt it.He had oiled up his cock as well. It was quite slick pushing against my asshole. He leaned in and guided his cock inside me. All the oil on it just made it. The cuts were much harder than the ones my wife usually started out with for the back. I didn't know why, and it worried me. "You can do it," she said with encouragement. The fifth, sixth, and seventh cut from the instrument of reparation came in swift succession, hitting me higher on the back than where the first four cuts had landed. It reminded me of molten lava dropping onto exposed flesh. I jerked frantically at the leather cuffs around my wrists, futility trying to break the bonds that. ’ How long had this been going on? My gorgeous, naked, sweaty, glistening wife climbed into this giant’s lap and positioned herself over his enormous member, lowering herself slowly onto him while her expression changed into something I’ve never seen on her before, until, when she finally reached the base of his cock, she appeared to be in the greatest ecstasy of her life, her eyes shining with wetness. Then, she put her head down on his shoulder and screamed ‘FUCK!’ before starting to slide up. Richard turned back to Matt. “I was led to believe that this thing with Sara was just a training agreement. I am sensing something more here. Are things with Sara more serious?”Matt sighed. “Yes and No.”“What does that mean?”“For now, the training agreement continues to define the relationship between me and Sara. However, there is hope for and openness to it becoming something more, on both sides.”“Explain that last bit.”“Last year I made the decision to stop dating, and I haven’t changed my.