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Special projects at work; can’t get out of the house; not enough time to spend with her, etc. The lover would now be cheating on her. Not having a lover, the woman would then try to repair her intimate times with her husband until another man came along to spark her sexual desires, the cheating cycle then continues.”“Come on, did the man call her and meet her at the motel”, asked Sandy.Robert smiled and said, “Later, dear. Right now, don’t worry about breakfast, I’m going to town to have breakfast.” Sandy was puzzled and asked, “Why? Do you have an appointment? You didn’t say anything last night.”Robert looked at his wife and said, “When I got my shoes next to the bed this morning, I found this fancy man’s wrist watch under the bed. It was probably a present from his wife, so you need to call him so he can get it back before his wife has embarrassing questions for him. I’ll go to breakfast for a couple hours so he can get his watch back.”Sandy had a shocked look as she sat up. “Please, I beg you, punish my hole,” she said.“Very well then,” said the headmaster, “And why are we punishing your hole?”Her legs shook with the effort of keeping herself spread open for so long.“B-… because I tried to masturbate,” she whispered.Here she was, lying naked on her back with her legs spread open and a knob of ginger shoved up her backdoor. Between her thighs, her privates glistened with the fluids of her own arousal despite the pain from the earlier strokes of the cane. Even now, she struggled to push aside the feeling of emptiness and frustration that her body sought so desperately to fulfill.The leather crop came up, and she watched in slow motion as it came down, landing right between her legs and on top of her aching virginal hole.“AAAIIIIEEEE-..!”Her voice cut off halfway through the scream as she gasped for air, her breath no longer existing in her body. Her legs twitched as her toes curled down, shaking and trembling like a leaf caught up in a storm. Through some.
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