She wouldn’t do it if she wasn’t. He wanted to find out and squirmed around, caught Audrey’s eye, saw the twinkle in her eye, then saw the hairb...rush raised, saw it start it’s journey back down, and turned away just as it smacked home. Jeff shrieked, felt the movement that told him the brush was being lifted again, the pain, and shrieked again, tears following soon enough, and the realisation his spanking wasn’t over. He lost count of the number of spanks but knew it was dozens. So many. “Then, you won’t get mad at me and throw a fit - when I hand you this one.”“JOSEY! I can’t let you do this! I mean, you can’t be serious!”“Sheila, we just now talked, and you told me you love doing this for me. Hush and let me do this my way. You and I will never marry, but we’ll be closer than any married couple we’ve have ever known.”“I love you all over again, for telling me that in such a way, it makes tears come to my eyes. But, Damn Josey - a million dollars? You’ve already told me each. I don’t care. I can’t control it. I don’t want to.I want to be his bitch.My orgasm goes on. It never truly fades. Even as I come down from it, I feel another starting to build slowly. His meaty fat knot presses fully against my welcoming lips, locking his now enormous dick inside of me. The heat of his throbbing member, of the continuous eruptions of his cum, of his heavy build holding me down and claiming me.I am given no respite, and I don’t want any.The fingers of my right hand, still near. I was driving from work to home, totally stressed out after a long day. As it is my wife was at her parents place in another city, gone to write her post graduate exams, which added to the frustration of going to my own house and living alone for few weeks. It was all the more stressful to drive in the pothole filled roads overflowing with rainwater. Few miles before my house, my car’s headlights showed a man trying to fiddle with his car’s engine. As I slowed and neared them, I could pick out.