A bra? Why would he....." Jeanette stammered, her mind in completeconfusion."Yes, a bra, my dear. Hadn't you noticed how big your husband wasgetting ...in that department?" Dr Swift replied, a smile playing acrossher lips. "Unbutton that blouse, show your wife what you're wearingunder your 'shirt'," she commanded.Trembling, finding himself suddenly on the verge of tears again, Davidcomplied, slowly unbuttoning the blouse and opening it up. The bra hewas wearing had clearly been specially made. Slap down on red, raw pussy lips again. Lean down and smack a tit. Punch at thighs. Thud. This is incredible.I scoot around to her backside. Her ass looks so sweet, a floral pattern of purple and white, little wad of panties stuffed painfully in her asshole. I punch again with all my strength, aiming at thick asscheek. It absorbs the blow better, the feeling so wrong but pleasant on my fist. The squishiness, such delicate, smooth flesh shouldn't be treated like this. Thud again. And again. I. But at last the moment I was waiting for arrived. Sarah and I agreed to meet around one pm at the local swimming centre to go for a refreshing dive. I was waiting at the entrance of the Swimming centre and I looked at my watch, still ten more minutes before my watch would show one. My bag, filled with my bikini and a towel and some other stuff, was laying between my legs as I sat on a bench, waiting for my sweetie to arrive.What was taking her so long?! While I was sitting on this bench, a warm. You’ve done a lot for me personally. I know that. It’s just when I hear that word it brings up images of some guy sitting in a darkened room plotting the assassination of third world dictators.”“I don’t think the guy ... my friend ... has ever had a hand in anything like that,” I noted. “I think it was discussions along those lines that made him leave his job and move to a different field.”“What field is that?” Ben asked with a tilted head.“Private sector,” I said. “He mainly deals with.