She knows now exactly what she is being punished for. Disobedience and outright defiance are the two things He finds intolerable. She knew what she ha... done wrong, but she didn’t think that she deserved to be punished too severely. ‘You’re hungover.’ He mutters angrily into Emily’s ear, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. ‘I believe I told you that you couldn’t drink.’ He pulls a blindfold from the nightstand and covers her eyes. She shakes her head quickly, trying to. " I agreed with that and we both jogged up to my room with him giving me all kinds of wonderful feelings as we went up. "Is it on now? Can you feel this?" he asked as he followed me. "Oh, I can feel it all right. Yes, it's on and it's sure turning me on, too," I giggled as I went in my room and flopped down on my bed. I had a teeshirt and bra on and shorts under with no panties; why bother I figured. "Get me off, big brother, make me cum," I urged him in my sultriest voice as he began moving. ‘Why did you take so long to reach for me? I was dying inside each day we were apart. Now I feel complete!’ I finally said, breaking the silence. I wanted to say something like that just to be in synch with the moment and foster some warm feelings that would lead again to a reconnection with my prime suspect. The funny thing is that it echoed exactly what I felt. These marvelous moments when we lay in each other arms after an intense lovemaking session was something sorely missing in my life.. I lay on the bed revelling in the memory of him above her, his hips thrusting. The thought of what he might have in store for us tonight tied my guts in knots, every nerve in my body raging with the electric thrill of apprehension. My cock swelled beneath the duvet, and I took it in my hand and masturbated while yet again imagining Marcus fucking Lori. This time he took her from behind, treating her with contempt, gathering her hair into a ponytail and pulling as he pummelled her buttocks with.