After breakfast, I asked Jhanky to take a bath get ready for more fucking pleasure. She smiled and ran into her room. After taking a bath she came bac... to where I was sitting on sofa.First I asked about her first fuck and she smiled and told me her feelings, that she wanted to do it again.“Wow, that’s great you want to do it again,” I said.She shakes her head, but she meant yes.I told her bring same toy that I used last time with the oil bottle. When she gets back, Jhanky sat on sofa, looking. She felt his palm softly caressing her burning skin over her panties. She hoped it would be over, but she could not be sure. Aren't spankings supposed to be on the bare? she thought. I don't think I can take any more. To her relief, he eventually lifted her and let her sit back down on the couch. She sniffled and turned away from him, not wanting him to see her tear-stained face. "I hope you don't think I did that just for fun," he said. She turned to look at him despite herself. "Why did you. We were still all business like, to the point that I thought maybe Mariel was having second thoughts about what we had done and this was just business. We met at the appointed hour. Mariel was wearing a white blouse that accentuated her nice full breasts. She had on a short black skirt that really showed off her tight butt and high heels, the kind that makes a womens butt cheeks stand up proud. Again my cock twitched as I slipped of the stool in the bar and came to her. She smiled her pretty. With your sight focussed on the green recently mown grass, your arms close to your side and your legs together you listen to me as I explain to all those gathered around what is about to happen…"I am now rubbing her swollen, to the point of bursting, clit hard and fast – her cunt is so damp she is almost dripping…" ’As all of you are aware I will shortly be caning my darling wife… and this is something that we do… have to do… once a month at four o’clock on the first Sunday of the month… and it.