Shereminded me to pick up my wig and wig cap. Mum led me to her bedroom, andhad me sit down at her vanity.She smiled. ?Every girl needs to learn how t... do her own make up.? Shepointed at me. ?So here is where you start. I?ll tell you what to do andthe order in which to do it.?And so I began. Foundation and powder that matched my skin tone wasapplied, any excess powder was brushed off. A light eye shadow wasapplied as a base which was followed by a thin touch of eyeliner acrossmy eyelids. I then. Gently rubbing my scorched skin, he parted my legs to rub my sopping wet pussy. He pushed two fingers inside my cunt and fucked me slowly, making me purr and moan. Did I really enjoy being spanked?“Every time you talk down about yourself, I’m gonna punish you,” he said, “And next time I spank your ass, I’ll have two fingers buried deep inside of it. Understand me?”If my pussy could get any wetter, it would have. I’d had never given much thought to anything, much less Mac’s fingers, going into. I bit my lip, tying to fighting my bodies reactions to those delicious fingers tracing my delicate folds.She thinks she can rape me! I'll fucking show the bitch what rape is!I pulled over onto a side street, the Puyallup Police cruiser following my Mustang. It was one of those new cruisers, shorter and sleeker than the old Crown Vics that cops have driving for the last twenty years. The cop was going delay me, but it was all for the best in the long run. The more Puyallup cops I dealt with, the. Darius hesitated almost imperceptibly, but then, “I like you. You’re nice and all, but this is a bad idea. You seem like one of the few good guys left and I don’t want to ruin you.”With that he pulled on his pants and strode out the door, ignoring Magnus’s pleas to stay.Darius could not recall being more confused.He couldn’t understand why leaving Magnus had him feeling so empty. He’d known the man less than three hours, yet walking out his door had been one of the hardest things he’d ever.