" I think I knew at the time that I'd got that one wrong. I just wanted you to love me, to hold me, to tell me it would be alright. I was so scared th...at you'd see me for what I thought I might be, a slut. How could I say that your wife went to bed with any old Tom Dick or Harry when the mood struck her. I had to tell you that, whatever I was, I did it with a decent man. And it wasn't his fault. I didn't want you doing anything stupidly macho against Peter. As I said at the beginning, he is a. The entire room was done in various shades of purple.Putting the key on the table by the door, Tony said matter-of-factly ,“All the rooms are soundproof so you can scream as loud as you want. You should know nothing turns me on more than to hear a woman scream for real when she is having her ass spanked and fucked. And it better be real cries of pain and pleasure.”Hearing Mr. Chamberlain hinting at a spanking that would make her cry in pain, had her rethinking her decision to become an ass for. Comfortable-looking couches facing the TV populated the middle part of the room. Through the large sliding-glass door leading to the backyard, I could see smoke rising from a bar-b-que pit and two other guys sitting with their backs toward the cabin, enjoying the nice weather. I noticed that the speakers in the room were belting out country music from my parents’ generation ... stuff like Jim Reeves, Hank Williams, Sr., and Patsy Cline.“You’ve really done a lot with the place, Mr. Reynolds,” I. She gently guided them so that he was on her spot and then her knees went, her tummy tightened, her back arched and she surrendered to a pumping, soaring, mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to go on for several minutes. She probably came at least three times, maybe even five.Just as she was regaining her senses she felt him move on to the bed in front of her. Looking up she knew from the almost glazed expression in his eyes what was going to happen. Her son was going to fuck her. Making each other.