But he hasn't been checked for intruders. Spats remains.She put him down, walked to her office, and shooed the cat out the door. A few keystrokes and ...she was set up. She grabbed a felt-tipped pen and wrote on a piece of paper rescued from her printer.Then she opened the door and held the paper where Spats could see it."Email me at [email protected]"The Traveler operated under an assumed name: Greg Harrison. That was the name registered in MPC. No one could look him up or find him under that. My wife turned her head and we kissed deeply, passionately. Our tongues danced in her mouth as l moved my hands from her breasts to hips. I slipped my hands into the waistband of her shorts and panties then slid them down. I whispered into her ear,"lay down on the bed."I was naked before she had shifted to the middle of the bed. My cock was swinging at attention as I followed her onto the bed. The head was covered with clear liquid as the pre-cum oozed out of my cock head. I moved between. Instinct takes over as the adrenaline surge hits my blood stream. I sink my teeth deeply into his palm, biting down hard, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. ‘Bitch!’ he yells. He captures me by the throat in a vice-grip tight strangle hold, an effective way to keep me from screaming out for help, the blood from his hand drips down the side of my neck. The next thing I feel is a sledge hammer pounding me, as he slams his other fist repeatedly into my side knocking the wind, and the. "We all got up going thru the routines with me naked, showing my cunt to all of them during the practice. Especially when I had to stand on my head and spread my legs, with a couple of them holding my legs, looking straight down in to my cunt. As I was in this position, Mistress Bonnie's fingers stroked my long clit, I liked the felling she was giving me, (She was the first person to touch me sexually, other than myself.) it didn't take long for her to have me shaking, in orgasmic bliss.Then.