How he made her miserable. But none of it really bothered him. Only made him think some more as he shook her off. Made him think about calling Frank. ...How miserable she'd be then, if... And then she'd slapped him. It was openhanded, right across his face. He'd hardly noticed the sting it had been so brief, but it was enough because suddenly he'd reached a boiling point of sorts, and while it wasn't the first time, and hardly worth mentioning if someone had asked him, David Martin snapped. In the. You are silent, watching me exhibit my submissive slut nature, as I keep my ass extended upward as I crawl.Did you wear stockings for me?, you ask, already knowing the answer.Yes, Sir, I respond. I know how much you enjoy seeing me in stockings, Sir.And the panties Taya? you ask in a scolding tone, and I yelp as you lash the back of my thighs with a riding crop.PLEASE SIR, I couldn't risk leaving the house without panties Sir! My husband was already suspicious with the way I am dressed.Without. I wanted to kiss her till kissing was all that mattered. Like Cee, I wasn’t doing what I was doing to make a statement to Katie. I was doing the most honest thing I could do. That’s what made it a statement. The love between me and Cee was the ingredient that made this connection with Katie right the way it was right. After a few moments of kissing, I looked down at Cee, then over at Katie and said, “Katie, I think my wife is a little too warm with that robe on. Please come over and take it. Let us in! You know you want us in you!"Erin, fight it!" Melissa cheered. Erin jolted up and stared at Melissa. She was on her feet now and staring at her in horror. Now she could move? Well it was too damn late. Good. Screw her. Let us in. "I can't," Erin said, cradling her head. You need us. "No!" She screamed. "Erin. This isn't you!" Melissa called. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Shut up!" Erin snapped up. She scrambled to her feet and pulled up her skirt. Her legs were soaked with.