“Surely you have had enough cock by now” he groaned.“Almost” she laughed. “Plus they’re going to make a video of our final session, so I�...�m re-doing my make-up and changing my stockings as they’re all ripped and drenched in spunk!”“Changing your stockings?” he quizzed.“Yes one of the guys popped out to shops earlier to buy me a whole wardrobe of kinky clothing and the outfit they want me to wear has new stockings with it, plus I have a little surprise for you later!” she stated.“What surprise?”. Her speech was slurring some now and her eyesremained fixed on his."Who is supposed to be the husband in a marriage?" The man," she said."And are you a man." Inside I'm the man I've always been," she said lazily."Look in the mirror," Brother Paul said gesturing to the big mirrorhanging over the sofa against the wall. "Do you see a man there?"Jake turned to the large mirror on the wall flanked by religious images."No, not now, I see someone else," she said."So what do you see there?" he asked. Do you own any rifles or pistols or handguns of a more modern time than the ones you have mentioned?" Agent Bradford asked me."A shotgun I inherited from my father when he died, and that's it," I replied simply.And so went the questioning. My lawyer chimed in from time to time, and objected when they rephrased the same question in different ways. After I had been there for a bit over two hours, I decided enough was enough."Gentleman. I have been patient and answered all your questions to the. But I shut my pain out, because this is not about me or my pain. Only her and hers. As I work it in repeatedly, I start to completely withdraw. Only to drive it in again time after time. She offers nothing more than a quiet whine. It's time to reach for the riding crop. a little something she did not notice me bring to this private party. After a somewhat brutal hammering of her asshole the crop has raised so many welts that there is no fresh unmarked flesh on her ass left to spank. Only.