It had been at oneof her parties where there were plenty of fresh arms to keep the whipscoming.In a case like that I could beg for a time-out. Except ...that it wasusually an hour minimum and I would have to be in some situation that waspretty unbearable in and of itself. During the party, for instance, whichhad been for the whole weekend, I had thought my infraction was prettytame and when I first heard the number of whippings I was to receive,twenty-four, I had thought no sweat. Then I gasped at. A rush of emotions mangled my thoughts. When was the last time I took a shower, what if I wasn’t clean enough? Wait, no. This shouldn’t happen at all, this was sexual. He was going too far!I struggled to decide if this was the right time to be complacent. After all, my own dad was prepared to eat me out. He was about to find out what my pussy smelled like. Even what I tasted like.At least the scent of my lady parts wasn’t something I needed to be ashamed of. That’s right, of all the girls I had. It was slightly chilly in the living room, which combined with her excitement produced this unforgettable view. She had a decent C size breast, which would grab all attention of any straight male in this position."Have a great night!" she said and went to the room to her husband."What happened to you there? You are all shining!" Brian asked."Nothing, just gave our friend a small, innocent show. And he seemed to like it! I have to say I enjoyed it quite a lot too," she said and blushed.Brian. She had packed only a portion of her things when shemoved and told him he could sell the rest or donate it. While she nolonger wanted to be with him, he still loved her very much. As he went toher closet to pack her things in boxes, his mind became flooded withmemories of his ex-wife. He missed the touch of her soft skin and hownice it felt holding her close to him. He took one of her dresses off thehanger and slept with it that night.In the weeks to come he went on more interviews, but was.