I then hit the left one harder. She screamed again. I went in front of her. Her massive tits were hanging. I took both of them in my hand and squeezed... them hard. She mouthed sorry and I went back and spanked her asses again. now only piece of cloth left on her was her black panty.I ordered her to climb on the table. She obeyed and climbed on the table and stood looking at me. I pulled down her panty and saw a well shaven wet pussy. I asked her to open her legs wider and then put my fingers into. Well, the same number of years of conflict… but as they say, one marries for the conflict.’ ‘That’s what causes growth in the relationship,’ she added when she saw him raise his eyebrows questioningly. ‘Well, that is to say, the resolving of the conflicts.’ ‘I never thought of it that way,’ he replied. ‘Didn’t the conflicts in your marriage enrich your relationship?’ she asked. ‘Perhaps,’ he replied slowly. ‘Although after she got religion, there certainly wasn’t any growing together. There. Then when ever he was out of station , he make a call to his wife and some time she can’t understand how to do what her husband said to her, then many times he call me to her home to talk her husband what he was saying, so I understand and tell lata what to do, her husband became a good friend with me. He goes out of station four days a week , so some time he wanna to spend his evening with me.One day I observed that some times lata looks at me with a sweet smile , at the time of serving us tea. Before I knew what was happening I felt her strong hand spank my backside. She rained blows down on my cheeks repeatedly telling me how she loved sluts who liked pain and how she could tell I was a complete whore. Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle. She told me she was going to give me 10 strokes with the paddle. She started to count each one as she beat my arse black and blue. It was agony and I was itching to use to the safe word but desperate to please her by not.