I struck her again and started to recreate my favourite checked pattern on her bottom. Despite the pain of the blows she counted each stroke as it lan...ed. By the time I reached twenty each stroke was causing her to sob out the numbers. I then moved to the front of the cross and delivered another ten a bit less severely on her boobs and each count was accompanied by a little yell of pain so I stopped."Are you reaching anywhere near your limit?" I asked her because if feared I was going too. After my mother was killed in a caraccident when I was 6, my father raised me as a single dad. Although wewere quite wealthy because my dad was a record producer, he remained veryinvolved in my upbringing despite his busy schedule. I admit I was notalways the easiest kid to manage and we went through our share ofnannies, but my dad was a strict disciplinarian and kept me on thestraight and narrow. Despite being strict, he was always fair andallowed me to pursue any interest I had as long as. " I'm getting breathless already, unable to keep upwith my own rhythm.Debra smiles and leans over, kissing me on the lips. "Wait here," she says.I have little choice. Sitting on the cushion with my hard cock, my eyeswiden as Debra re-emerges."Is...is that?" Yes, dear, it's a strap-on. I'm sure you've seen one before?"I can barely think.She's going to use a strap-on?! On ME?!She walks over, her upright 8 inch rubber cock bouncing as she does, alongwith her breasts. Moving up behind me she puts. “Bret, I need fucked. Nick doesn’t take care of me anymore. He’s either working, drinking, or cheating on me. I want more. I need more. He is too vanilla. I need to be taken and fucked. Please fuck me.” As I thought about what she said, Sarah made her move. She pulled my towel from around my waist. At that point, I didn’t care if she was married. “Oh my God. I knew you were hot, but you look even hotter naked,” she said as she dropped down and grabbed my cock and took it in her mouth,.