.yess...Sir...“ I confessed.„Didn't at one time. But do now.“„Yes...Sir...“ I confessed again.Seating himself on the bench-bunk, he pulled m...e across his thighs and began to smack my bottom hard. „Naughty...naughty...naughty...“ he kept on saying. It was painful but not, of course, too painful. It just made me gasp a little.Then, to my amazement, I felt Tariq hardening.His big cock began to press into my belly.My God, what fantastic stamina this man had! He went on smacking my bottom. That was. Setting the tray down on the side table I waited for her to sit up. Her nightdress was open at the top and her breasts were on show but she wasn’t worried about that. “So what else are you doing for the rest of the day?”Maureen asked, “Well I thought I would make shepherd’s pie for dinner time at five, when we are all there to eat. Unless you have something else you want me to get on with.”“It so happens I do, the padre’s wife, needs help decorating the church ready for Christmas so I want you. And so she found herself restrained, as though bound, if only by her own need not to disturb the rest. That too added gasoline to the flames of desire coursing through her.Stacy's questing tongue, combined with Michael's cock sunk deep within her, soon had tiny orgasms rippling through her body in wave after wave. Stacy's tongue was circling and lapping over her clit. Holding her body relatively still only made her lust climb higher and higher. Finally, she felt the jets of the still-sleeping. He came to her side and she kissed him. “Do you think badly of me for needing so much cock? I’m turning out to be quite a slutty wife, even on my wedding day. More of a slut than I thought possible!” She said, caressing his face. Concern showed in her eyes. Was she doing the right thing?“Of course I don’t think badly of you. You need a lot of cocks when you double fuck, and you aren’t in any danger. I’ll even go find you some cock to suck off. We know what our sexual lifestyles have developed.