When i get back you place a pillow beside your chair and tell me to take off my clothes. i do so and you point to the pillow. i kneel down and you tel...l me to put my hands behind my head, and to spread my knees wide. After i do so you bring out a few clothespins and put them on my (already sore) nipples, chuckling as i give a little yelp. You go back to your game, but during commercials you enjoy yourself by using the crop on my body, the earlier spanking having already faded to a soft coral. ”“I don’t think God has a problem with sex,” Elizabeth laughed. “Especially when it isn’t adultery.”“I wasn’t thinking about that at the time,” Margaret admitted. “I was just thinking about getting his clothes off and getting busy. Our first time was right here in the kitchen.”“The first time?”Margaret blushed. “Yeah, well, there were several times. He ended up staying all night, and when we woke up on Monday morning, everything outside was ice. He couldn’t leave.”“Of course not,” Elizabeth. “Brian, we both had fun. A LOT of fun.” He grinned, but not easily. “But we both have people at home that we love, and who love us, and who would never understand what just happened; hell, I barely understand it myself.” I dropped the levity, and took a more serious tone. “But I’m not sorry, not for a minute. This has been coming a long time, no?” He nodded. “Take the weekend; spend it with your wife. Love her. But think about us, too. And on Monday,” I said, touching his face, “we’ll figure. He wanted me just as badly. He was just as ready for me. He told me not to speak until he asked me a direct question. I wanted to move towards him, I wanted to tell him that I've been a good little whore, waiting patiently for her cockdaddy, but I knew what his rules were and I would do anything he asked me. He was right in front of me now, his hands moving to my hair, he told me what a good slut I was sitting there mouth open, tits and tongue out for him. He finally asked if I was ready to.