As he re-focused the eye-piece, Melanie was intimately kissing their adolescent conquest, and Chad was envying his wife while his hand absently stroke...d his manhood.As he zoomed-in as far as he could, he thought he saw Melanie shoot him a glance over Trea’s shoulder as they embraced, and his heart skipped a beat as he thought about his wife making love to this high school girl and taking a moment to include a thought for him during this erotic kiss. The gesture made him compose himself a bit and. “Are you going to be good now?” he asked. He wasn’t sure because the last few cries had sounded more like pleasure than pain. She nodded with a dreamy look in her eyes. Her nipples were straining against the fabric of her bodice. Remley sighed. “You enjoyed that again, am I right?” Honestly he had enjoyed it, too. The sight of her tight bottom, now pink with the sting of his blows had made something in him start stirring. “Absolutely not,” she said pridefully. “I hate when you treat me like. I didn't scream but I yelled "fuck" so loud over and over that it might have been easier if I'd screamed. I finally just let it take me away.I guess I never really passed out, but I danced a fine line around it. When I opened my eyes, I was looking into the eyes of an angel. Her lips caressed my face and she kissed away my tears while she held me close.I was covered with sweat from my face down to my stomach, and my thigh muscles ached like I'd been running a marathon. We lay tightly snuggled. I stepped out, my polished shoes crunching on the gravel beneath. I stooped my head to avoid bumping it and making myself look like an idiot, then straightened my jacket and adjusted my tie. Picture perfect and flawless. I was eighteen years old and ready to have the night of my life: The Debutante Ball. Around me, I saw many guys dressed exactly the same as me. My date, Sophie, stepped out of the limo behind me and I offered my elbow for her to hold. We graciously moved up the front steps and.