My cock was throbbing at this point, but I wanted to play with her a little longer. ”Not just yet, hon,” I teased. She let out a frustrated sigh... I went to the cupboard by the bed, and pulled out a set of rubber anal beads. I dangled them in front of her and said ”I want you to get these nice and wet for me”. She smiled and eagerly took them into her mouth. I went and stood behind her again, enjoying the sight of her restrained body, admiring her exposed, tight little asshole. I gently. Next day sat, the sun I usually come to village, Monday morning she was waiting I joined her and jogged for some time, while jogging she slipped on stone and fell down and got sprain in her leg, she was crying, it’s 5.15, so we went to excellent hospital and doctor advised her it’s a small sprain nothing to worry, given some ointment, and I took her to apartment, she welcomed me I helped her to reach her bedroom, two kids was sleeping, I asked her anything she need, I went to kitchen and took. ‘I’m sorry… what?’ ‘Hello, my name is Braden. I hear this is the best place to get a flower arrangement. I was told every arrangement is unique and if I catch you on a good day you can do it while I wait.’ I thought for a moment, I could have been busy with 10 weddings and some other event and I would have stopped to do whatever he wanted. I went to my notepad and started asking the usual questions. ‘Who are they for?’ ‘Mom’ ‘What is the occasion?’ ‘Birthday’ ‘What kind of flowers are you. We both agreed that if either of us became seriously involved in a new relationship close to home, then we would need to end our sessions. It was he who found new love first, and I'm happy for him. I knew I had clung to our phone sessions as a reason to avoid dating, and he knew it too. We had discovered over the year that not only was I submissive, but that moderate erotic pain and verbal humiliation amplified my orgasms greatly. Names such as 'cunt' and 'freak' simultaneously embarrassed me.