No sooner I did that he removed his fingers and stopped kissing. I begged him to continue but before I could do that he drifted my legs away and tied ...them to the table.I was excited now thinking I will be penetrated from back but no.I heard him move away. A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps moving back to me and then placing something on the table.Next, I felt a chill on my vagina-ice.He pushed few cubes into my vagina hole and then massaged one on my clit. He continued to rub till I. Five minutes later I came down and sat on the sofa next to Frank, we were talking of usual bullshit when he asked if I was active “Yes I’ve shagged a girl at school” I didn’t tell him of fucking mum. Then he suddenly stood up in front of me and said “I’ve got something for you” he undid his jeans and pushed them down to above his knees.As he stood in front of me his bulge was small in his blue underpants, “Touch it” he said, I put my hand out and rubbed him, his hands on his hips. Then he. “I’m fine. The injuries aren’t serious. They’re mostly scratches, though I had a few deep gashes in the back of my head. I’ve got a couple permanent indentations in my skull from it, thank you very much. And no, there isn’t anything I can say in my defense, except it wasn’t what it looked like. There’s more happening than I can explain. You’ll have to wait until I can document what’s involved. Until then, you’ll make up your own mind, like everyone else has.”“Does this have anything to do with. I figured that out the first time we had sex and he started slapping my ass pretty hard while he was plowing me.Last week he showed up while I had a guest in my bedroom. It was around eight and I'd called the part time guy so I could handle him. The cop waited for maybe fifteen minutes then left. He came back just at closing, full of ED meds and ready to fuck. By maybe one am he'd had me three times and the first time had been with some very hard slapping of my backside. That cock of his.