Cunt was Jason's favorite word for vagina. It was direct and obscene, it was passionate it was all the things the more socially acceptable pussy just wasn't. It had history, just like cock. It went back centuries. It held weight and certainly got a woman's attention when used. He knew that Emma, being somewhat naïve and 1950's in her behaviour and marriage would be challenged by it. Yet, she was doing a fair bit of breaking out of that herself right now. It all was very interesting to watch.<br/><br/>Then she started, slowly to move her legs apart as he requested. It was amazing. Her legs separating whilst remaining in that submissive and demeaning position. He peeked through her legs, she was looking out the window, he imagined she might be in a state of ecstasy and disassociation, almost as though she were looking at herself from outside. Wondering perhaps, why she was here, why she was doing this. Yet, not wanting it to stop either.<br/><br/>Her heavy natural breasts hung down, dangling in their bra. It was both obscene and beautiful, sublime and vulgar all at once. His cock grew ever harder in his jeans. The line of her pussy almost showing through.<br/><br/>He heard her ask if this pleased him. He didn't answer, wanting to keep her tense and wondering. He got up and walked the few steps to her. Placing his hands on her hips, moving his crotch right against her plush arse. He moved against her, feeling her cunt through his jeans.<br/><br/>"mmmmm, does this please you Emma?" he asked her, "What if I were to... remove myself from my jeans, slide myself inside you.. would you want that, are you sure you want to cross that line?" he asked not thinking of birth control or anything of the sort. Totally caught up in the moment and engrossed in Emma and her perception of all this.<br/><br/>"What does Emma want? To have another cock inside her? The second cock she has ever had?" he liked her submissive but he wanted her to think as well, to take some responsibility in all of this. In a way it was part of her therapy, he didn't think she wanted to leave Daniel, she just wanted more. She had to think about what she wanted and how she wanted it.<br/><br/>"Or would Emma prefer to start slow hmmmm?" he sunk his fingers into soft flesh, "a hand job... I think... I would need at least that.." he reached forward and grabbed her hair and pulled her up towards him.<br/><br/>Whispering in her ear after he kissed her neck a little, "So Emma, how do you want to get me off?" he asked her as he reached around and ran his fingers along her cleavage.