'Wash yourself you filthy pig', says Maria of Normandy.He laughs. 'I see you still have some fire in your heart wife'. 'That is a beautiful dress'. 'W...uld you like it turned to rags like the first one you wore when I met you'? 'You know I will and that you are going to do exactly as I say now don't you Maria'.His blue/green eyes bore into her face. He knows that she knows he is not jesting. If he must get up only Satan knows what he will do. For sure it will be painful and degrading for her if. She completely surrendered her pussy to him. He owned it tonight.She didn’t care whether it was the wine or his shellacking that drove her pleasure. Her thighs began to tighten and she wanted it. The big one. The kind she knew he could deliver.The shadow between her thighs placed both hands on her haunches and pushed her legs up to her chest to expose more of her snatch.This was something new from him. This wasn’t something he typically did. He pressed her legs down into her chest causing her. ‘I hope you haven’t spilt wine on it,’ he grumbled. ‘No not wine.’ ‘What then?’ ‘Just some young mans sperm that’s all,’ she felt like saying. ‘I’ll have to go the cramps getting to me.’ ‘Just relax and let go,’ he told her. ‘Yes. OK. Relax and let go,’ she repeated. Barry pinched a nipple. ‘Oh!’ ‘Rub it harder then,’ Jim told her. ‘Yes, rub it harder,’ she gasped. The young man behind her did. ‘I’ve got to come. I mean I’ve got to go,’ she pleaded and dropped the phone on its cradle. ‘Oh!. “You like eating cum, don’t you?” I asked as I unlocked my door.“It’s one of my favorites,” she responded as she licked her lips.“That’s good,” I replied as I watched her reinsert her golf ball, “because you are going to be eating a lot in the next few weeks.”The next morning Rebecca came into my office wearing this mid-thigh length pleated skirt with a white skin tight long sleeve top. Talk about a rack! Rebecca’s double D tits stood out proudly from her slender torso, giving the impression.