I practiced the kicking technique of using the heel of the foot rather than the toe. It causes less damage to the kicker and worse damage to the kicke...d. After closing time in The Crown I sharpened up my reflexes by having a kitbag, suspended from a beam in the snooker room and filled with weights, swung at me by Alfie.After giving me an energetic and exhausting workout he would go upstairs and give Maggie the same.Friday: The Day of Reckoning, dawned bright and sunny ... a good day for a. “Please... let me –” a blow to the side of her head stopped her mid-sentence. Pain radiated from her cheek and River clutched her hands to her face and wept.“I told you not to speak unless spoken to slave. You disobeyed me and now you must be punished.” An unholy gleam entered his eyes and he grabbed her. River screamed, his hands bruised her flesh and she began to struggle but it was pointless. Without much effort she was tied to the bed, still at the mercy of the Prince, who ran his hands. She didn't blink. We were on the same wave length.A few weeks later.We're at home. Kissing. I've been fondling her all over the place above the waist. And so has she. However, we're both wearing jeans. Going further smoothly entails a dexterity neither of us will master for years. Still, the hormones press on. So I manage to slide my hand inside the back of her pants, while she takes a hold of my penis through the fabric.And this is one of the very few sensations I remember *extremely* vividly. Jemma squirmed to bring her clit into contact with my tongue and pressed harder against the back of my head to make it firm contact. I licked my wife’s clitoris for the first time. Jemma whimpered, “Eat my pussy daddy. Lick me and make me cum. I’m so horny daddy! I need you to eat my pussy and make me cum. Do me daddy. Make your little girl cum for you!” Jemma chanted.She kept begging me to eat her pussy, lick her clit, and make her cum until suddenly my bride’s voice went up two octaves in.