Look, Lisa, it's different for you. Society doesn't frown on your very existence. As a lesbian, everyone hates me. The religious types tell me I'll bu...rn in hell. Women avoid me like a leper and men feel threatened by me. They think I want to steal their wives. Only among other gay people do I feel like I can talk freely about anything."Her eyes twinkled. "You seem to be talking just fine to me." I'm hurting and getting drunk. I'll probably offend you before Ted gets here." I poured another. It was 9:43 when it began. That familiar rhythm. Slow at first. Stacy already moaning and groaning. This time though she was making no effort to hide or suppress her noises. As Rick's pace picked up so did Stacy's response to him. The sounds she made were like life itself was being taken out of her and then slammed back into her. Tonight, Rick was going to take her to an even higher place. His pace became faster. It sounded like he was angry. The bed was creaking and squeaking loudly. The. Carl sat down beside her. And I was suddenly aware that the trousers of my best suit were covered in spunk!They kissed for some considerable while. Then Kelly reached down for her coffee and Carl did the same. As they sat side by side on the sofa it was a scene of normal cosy domesticity, mirrored, no doubt, in households, everywhere. That is if one is prepared to overlook the fact that both were naked, that the man with her was not her husband, and that her husband was actually watching them,. "One!" I gasped outin pain. Another strike: "TWO!"Ms. Armstrong began to talk as she issued my punishment and Icontinued counting with every painful, yet sensual, thump. "This isonly the beginning of your reform, Daniel, but judging fromyour....uhh, response so far, I'm sure you will enjoy yourself.Have you had enough yet?" Yes, Ms. Armstrong," I replied quickly."Hmmmm, one more then." And she brought down the paddle with onefinal firm smack on my pink ass. And you will no longer refer to meas.