Then I press against your lips with more force and I feel your lips part. I take the cue and extend my tongue to meet yours. I am lost in the moment... we are pressed against each other with my cock trying to penetrate you through the fabric. We linger with the kiss and then I sense you are about to break the kiss. My hands extend around you, I rub from your shoulders down across the rise of your butt. The slip fabric moves with my hands as I feel them rub across the panties.As you break the. . pain-trained, obedient, and anxiously eager to please. ?To her frequent dismay, however, I am often only pleased by having her perform for Me... humiliating, perversely degrading acts of extreme depravity for my decadent, twisted pleasure.hole is suffering for her Master at the moment, and this lesson, like all the fully-educational others, is taking her further along that inescapable road to harmonious perfection.I watch her now as those vulnerable, porcelain facial features contort in. Uncle Len died. Apparently he had been ill for some time. Naturally, mum and Betty made up. We attended the funeral and after the service, we all went back to Betty’s for the food and drink. Mum asked me to make sure Betty didn’t drink any whisky. It was strange, but she never even looked at the bottle on the sideboard.After everyone had gone, mum and I tidied up and she washed and I dried and put the dishes and glasses away. It was then that Betty went to the sideboard and poured a glass. I drove as deep and hard as I could, concentrating on the image in my mind’s eye of another man on top of my wife fucking her as I was at that moment. I memorized every detail of how she felt wrapped around my dick. How her walls tightened around my length as she unexpectedly exploded from the onslaught I was giving her. I took in the details of what he felt the night before while he was in the same exact position I was in. I didn’t know if he came inside her at the time but, as the cum raced.