He continued pulling the material down to my waist, my breasts bouncing free. He cradled each breast, sending shivers down my spine as he leaned into ...me, grazing his lips down my neck. “Nothing makes you look good. You see? It’s getting better already.” I trembled under his kisses as the realization of his words sunk in. “Damn it, Ray. You could have said, ‘You look best with nothing on’ or maybe, ‘You’d look better if you took it off.’ But you actually used ‘Nothing makes you look good’.” He. If it's to be a "proper" punishment, he'll stand me up while I'm crying and pull my PJ top up over my head. Then he'll stand up and march me over to the corner by my upper arm. Once there, he'll stand me close and move both of my hands to the back of my head. I'm usually still crying hard from the hairbrush while he does this, so the first thoughts after the crying slows down are the realization that next comes the strap. And that realization makes it just a little bit harder to get the crying. She started writhing in pleasure on the post when the tenth one hit. Anita again screamed as she had an intense orgasm from the mix of pain and pleasure. Once Ana’s climax subsided, her Dominatrix untied her and she left to the floor, exhausted. But she raised her body upwards so Darina could massage her soaking wet pussy. Ana was finally pushed on all fours and her little cunt was fisted by Darina. She slowly twisted her hand in a circular motion, deep inside her lovely cunt. Ana squirmed. She was twice the wife that Abigail ever was or could be. The best part was that I was certain that she would never leave me, and I sure as hell would never leave her.We were hungry so, so far there was not a lot of conversation while we were actually chowing down. But then we were at the after breakfast coffee drinking stage.“So husband mine, what’s next on the agenda?” said Rina.“We move,” I said. “We move far enough away so that it becomes a problem for them to bother us which I am sure they.