She reaches over and picks up a leather belt."There are going to be some changes around here," she says. "You will not waste any more of my cum."Slap,...she slaps the belt comes across my ass. Slap, she slaps the other cheek a little harder. Slap, Slap. She gives a few more slaps with the belt across my ass. I can feel both cheeks turning red, burning from the lashes with the leather belt."Every day you look at porn, I will check your computer and you will get a spank for every site you visit.. We have never spoken anything about either of us being monogamous in our love life.” “Well, that is true, but when would we be able to have sex with anyone else? I suppose you could be having sex while I am at the base, but I don’t think you are. Why do you bring this up”“Dear John. You have been a God send to me. You have awaken my sexual desires that have been dormant all my life and have made me a real woman. I thank you for that. You have made me a ‘cum slut’ and I am happy. I am beginning. You stand still as they pass looking over my shoulder at my computer, like a client looking at a spec. Well you’re not completely still... your hand snakes up my neck and into my hair.... your fingers close slowly, and you pull down steadily, arching my head back slightly as you pull my hair... My eyes glaze and my breathing is coming in hoarse pants...You look down and you can see my tits heaving.. The person walks by my big window again and I’m cursing inside that I don’t have blinds.. She. But there I was, gently moving a stray strand of lovely hair from Carol's model-pretty face while I listened intently to her discourse.Earlier, I wrote about how my Uncle Mike had taken pity (disgust?) on me and decided to impart his crooked wisdom of life to me. Up to that moment, I wasn't sure I wanted to hear anything he had to say: with a string of divorces and firings, his life has been a decidedly mixed performance.", but Jack, my boy," he would say, "the measure of a man isn't how far or.