Three hard cracks sent tears to Carl's eyes. Then Mrs. Monetsoft rubbed his ass for minute or two and then three more hard crack hadCarl pleading, "Pl...ease, I'll do anything if you stop spanking me!" I am not through with your sissy ass, shut up or I'll pull my pantiesoff of your ass, you sissy faggot!" she angrily replied. She again softly rubbed his sore sissy buttocks with the back of thebrush, his ass began to burn with pain and pleasure. Carl's hard onstrain through the material and oozed. Watching them was energizing, if you know what I mean, but satisfying them was a chore of love. Both girls were as loving as I could ever want.Mornings were menagerie time. I could exercise, form, or swim, and always have some company. Lisa was my most consistent companion though, as she would form with me to her own internal music, then swim with me or she would join me in the exercise room to build up a good sweat, and then jump in the pool.Some nights, Lisa and I would sit in the media room. You suddenly think back when you saw her car in that parking lot at the hotel. You get off the bed and locate her purse and begin to hunt. You don't know what you're looking for other then a sign or something that shouldn't be inside her purse.You keep searching until you find a little packet. It's your wife's birth control pills. She told you she stopped taking them a year ago. It must be an old packet! You laugh to yourself until you read the label and see that it needs to be filled next. She grabbed his cock and spat a huge gob of saliva on his dick-head. She started to jerk him off, letting the spit grease his pole. Eric thought she was getting him ready for more deep throat action, and he closed his eyes, moaning deeply. Donna expected this reaction. She reached under the bed and found the pair of hand cuffs she kept. In a swift motion she pulled out the cuffs, clamped one end around Eric’s wrist and the other around the bed post. He was trapped, and started to struggle..