Still, some of his cum was in my face. I took one good selfie of my face covered in cum and uploaded it on Instagram.Just after the upload, I received... a comment, “Looking good, Saba,” from Rocky. Rocky, my husband’s friend who I met today at the beach, found my profile and he liked all my pics. He sent a personal message. My heartbeat started racing.I replied, “Hi!”“All your pics are damn hot.”“Thanks,” I replied.“Especially that last pic.”“That’s too much, isn’t lt?” I replied.“No way, it’s. Her cellphone rang and Sara touched her bluetooth earpiece to answer. It was Brian. He’d just noticed her pink lace thongs lying beside his bed and had to call. He missed her already. In the short two months they’d been together, Brian had learned he could bring Sara to orgasm just by talking. Sara explained that she was nearing Wilmington and traffic was slowing down because of construction or an accident. Brian had noticed truckers eyeing her wide-spread, tanned, long legs when he ridden with. “Show me,” she said, gesturing towards the package he'd dropped on the couch.Taking a sip first, he put down his champagne, levered his fingers under the parcel tape, and ripped it off. Unfolding the cardboard cover, he revealed four feet of golden rattan. The thin cane had a crooked handle, the traditional style taking up most of the width of the package. Her sex clenched. She was about to get caned for the first time ever.He picked it up and handed it to her. She gripped the flexible length,. She walked towards him and sat down by his side."What is it Matt?" she asked him, full of concern for his solemn look."I want you to promise me that whatever I tell you, is only between us. You can hate me forever but I need to get this off my chest. I have been holding this inside of me for so long," he said, looking into her eyes. "Will you promise me this, please," he almost pleaded."What is it Matt," she looked at him."Promise me first," he said, holding the palms of her hand in his.She.