"But, you do like to be spanked, right?" I heard Phil say as he handed me his phone to look at. I wanted to crawl into a hole at that moment. In brigh...t light in front of my face was a picture of me laying with my pants pulled down on a bed, taken this spring. I was in position before getting my ass lit up with a belt from my wife. I could not deny the fact that I did love to be spanked and used. My wife had spanked me on multiple occasions and she had also used a strap-on to penetrate me. Here I started to defend him just to see how far she will reveal about what she disagree on with her husband.Me: well, the beaches here do get visited from time to time by sharks.Her: ok, also he claims there might be jelly fish. (Rolling her eyes back)Me: oh I understand, it's not the sting that worries him I think it might be the cure.Her: The cure?Me: yes, maybe he doesn't like being peed on. (With a smirk on my face)Now her eyes were wide open she didn't expect me to use a similar. He allowed his stiff prick to slide out of her as his kissed down between her breasts. He bit the fabric of the bra between his teeth and pulled it free of her body, tossing it to the side with a jerk of his head. Her massive mounds were exposed, topped with perfect, pink, Hersey kiss-shaped nipples. He kissed her breasts and took a nibble on a nipple as he casually eased his cock back into her waiting cunt."Oh, Mark," she moaned. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck."The word was music, sounding every time he. Without a conscious thought, the pitch rolled out, which was a good thing. He was so very there.With weak knees, I asked about his expectations. Charles might have told him almost anything. Fortunately, Charles had not. I almost laughed in relief, since I make a much better first impression than Charles. All the while, my pitch rolled on, but the butterflies began to settle. Soon, I was showing Mr. Richards around.The first places are always boring, so I started to relax. By the time we reached.