She had grown up speaking Italian as fluently as she spoke American. Levi had been required to retire a little later, and they had settled close to th...e area where she had been raised. Nola had been in the 8th Grade when she met Chris. They had become friends, and remained friends through High School and until Chris went to college. She had remained at the farm, but wrote him letters every day. They dated when Chris was out for the summers, and went dancing, and to pow-wows together. He had,. You will both be present for the punishments, to make sure everything is within acceptable limits. If you don't like to do give punishments, then make sure your daughters don't ever want to go through it again after this one. That is the point of the whole thing anyway, isn't it?"God, I loved to surprise them. There was no protest they could make. It was right, just and fair. And they hated it.We sat in silence. The water shut off, and I heard panicked squeals as the girls looked for some. I wanted to tell him no but I did have such a difficult time saying no to sex. Now I was quite aroused by him coming unannounced and seeing me at my worst and still wanting me. I felt his hand graze across my pussy through the thin piece of material the thong offered. He ground his fingers against me feeling how wet I already was, his fingers were still pressed against the soft lace fabric.Pulling his mouth away from my erect nipples he moaned, “God your cunt is so wet already”. I didn’t tell. He called her his. It was erotic, romantic, magical, and spiritual. She was both strong beyond compare and in the deep trenches of vulnerability. She was no slut, but she wanted to be his slut. She wanted to hear him tell her she was. She wanted to feel the power of it. She was no whore, but she would voluntarily be his whore. She wanted to be whatever he needed her to be. She wanted to be whatever made him desire her because her desire for his pleasure was all consuming. She even desired the.