.. grunted... and then moaned as if someone had just taken his cock into their mouths.“Not yet,” Max said. “We haven’t decided how many stroke...s you should give him.”“Until he cums,” the Amazon replied, “... or begs me to stop.”With that she stood behind Trevor, and looking defiantly into Max’s eyes, began delivering blow after blow to her husband’s upturned ass. The crowd was counting softly as she repeatedly swung the paddle. At around ten strokes, a light sheen of perspiration appeared on her. Focus, Annabell!!!, I berate myself. I look up into his eyes and force my gaze to stay there. When he says nothing further, I try to stand but he pushes me back down. “No, wait. I don’t know what happened, okay? I’m sorry. I’m her for you! I’m sorry I wasn’t i—“ he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I’m sorry I wasn’t in the beginning. I would change that if I could. I never imagined you would get hurt and I’m sorry you did. I wish I was a better brother to you.” His thumb caressed. She took my whole cock down, choking a little, as I ran the thumb of my right hand over her clit. I used it to rub up and down, and in circles, while my finger stayed in her pussy.She came, thrashing and moaning, with my cock in her throat. A muffled scream escaped around my cock as I held her head tight to me and kept jamming my finger into her dripping snatch. When I let her go and pulled my cock out, her head dropped to her chest limply.I got on the floor between her legs and pulled her. ”“How did you get to be a priest if you were married? I thought they required celibacy.”“The church makes exceptions on a needs basis, for example when recruiting dissidents from the Church of England.”“Are you still in touch with your ex?”“Yes. It hurt when she first asked for the divorce, but we kept it civil for the sake of Rachel, our daughter. But now I think we can probably call ourselves friends again.”Prudence arose from the chair and walked over to my bed, a predatory look on her.