We got to our little spot and he told me to sit down, a look of unsure-ness flashing in his eyes. I quickly obeyed, but not before saying, sure you ca...n do this? with a smirk. His hand quickly wrapped around my neck and he slapped me. I cried out, surprised, and looked up at him. He still looked very unsure. Is this my punishment? One slap? I dont think you can do this, baby. Youre soft, I said, and was rewarded with another slap across the face, a little harder this time. Dont mock me, he told. You were that important to me, I didn't mind the open sex, hell I loved it. But you couldn't skip one night of debauchery, even after promising me, could you?"She looked whipped, she continued pleading the case she didn't have. I finished packing, grabbed my briefcase and loaded it up and headed for the door. When I started for the door and she cried desparately, "John please don't leave." But I did. I had to.I checked in at a motel near the office, dropped my stuff and went to the bank. I. Then he pushed the head inside me, as it intered me I allready felt fuller than I had ever been ! He was going slow and would stop and let me get my breath, I don;'t think I was breathing at ALL as he was shoveing that monster up in me ! I never knew that sex could feel this good, certenly not with my husband had it felt like this !!!He was in me futher than my husband has ever been and when I looked down he was only half way in ! Commmmming , I was allready comming harder and longer than I had. No, I would wait.Three hours later Doug’s house phone rang. I ran to the kitchen where it hung on the wall. It was one of those portables that have caller ID. It read ‘Dirk Benson’. It rand again, I debated whether or not to pick it up. Fuck it, I thought. “Hello Dirk.” I said stiffly.“Hah, you still there pencil dick.”“Yes,” I said. “and the shit has hit the fan.”“Oh? Do tell.” Dirk chided.“Doug went nuts, did some crazy things and stormed out of here. I have no idea where he went or what he.