Even now, with my husband about to come home soon, I was eagerly waiting for Chris to march down those steps for dinner&hellip,and to give me a kiss i... front of his dad. It was something that Charles had reluctantly gotten used to. Right after he told me about his upcoming dinner party, I began shamelessly exploiting it, knowing that my husband couldnt afford to piss me off before his promotion and risk me causing a scene in front of his boss and co-workers, ruining the image of our perfect. .and also some weekends, sir”“Well, we are not even sure that you...are the right person for the job...”She let out a loud gasp. The man let go of her hands. She could see him in the mirror, moving toward the door. “Are you sure that you want to do this?”“Yes, sir!”“Then...in want you to prove it...”She was at the deep end of the pool now, on really deep water. One more step and then there would be no way back. “Close the door, sir”“Are you sure...”“Just close the damn door” she interrupted.. It was quite a long time before he was done, I thought he had fucked her longer then any guy had ever fucked me. Damm, she was lucky I thought. My pussy was soaking wet my nipples stuck out hard as rocks. As he withdrew, he gave her one more hard twist of her nipples, causing her to howl with pain or maybe pleasure I didn't know which. I caught a glimpse of his cock as it slid out of her pussy; it still looked long and semi-hard. Her pussy looked red and tender and wide open as their mixed. The visitors had become so numerous that we had had to stay late one evening to expand the floor space. Not only that, we actually ran out of handcuffs, paddles and other BDSM products and I had to drive down to London overnight to our suppliers warehouse and collect a van load of stock.For years I had thought of myself as one of the odd few that enjoyed the fetish of spanking and discipline – how wrong I had been. It seemed as though the whole town had gone spanking mad!Spending more time in.