Within seconds she had swallowed him entirely, her face pressed against his belly. "Oh yeah," Jack whispered, his voice cutting across Tom's brain lik... a lash across a sunburned back. Tom looked up and his eyes grew wide. Jack was holding Laura's ankles and had spread her legs as far as his arms reached. His cock slid in and out of Laura's pussy with slow insinuating strokes. Again Tom's anger flared but this time it was directed not at Jack but at Laura. "Bitch," he thought, "All that sweet. Crossing the living room, she lifted her coat off the hook and unlocked the door.“If you walk out now, you can never come back!” Terry bawled at her. “That’s it, we’re through.”“We were finished years ago idiot, you’re a bitter nasty little man and I don’t need you.” She answered.“Where will you go? You’ve got no one, you can’t go nowhere, you’re all alone and pathetic, no one likes you.”She ignored the wheedling gripe and left, throwing the keys back through the door before heading down the. But that is enough spanking. He has something else – a tiny flogger. He whips and wraps it around my body – my nipple, back. Expertly he flips it between my legs, the sharp knots wrapping round to my lower body, the belly of the whip connecting hard between my legs. My body is torn – it is snapping at the sting of the knots at the same time as craving the feel of the leather against my cunt. By now the floor is drenched. I have gushed. Gushing is one of the great conspiracies of the modern. He was in a strange mood on the way home, trying to figure out why the fuck he cared. He usually cared about no ones feelings. Part of him already knew. She was a pretty young girl with red hair. She reminded him of Callia. Their father was waiting by the door when they arrived. He stood silent as his brothers explained the situation. He wanted to go upstairs, to find his girl in his bed, warm, naked and sleeping. Alive. You know most people believe this is your work, Cass. His fathers eyes.