"Get on," I insisted again.She stopped abruptly. I had anticipated her move, and I was able to hit the brakes as fast as she did.There was smoldering...anger in her eyes as she glared at me."Nobody else is coming," I reminded her.Her eyes swept up and down the lane, but she knew I was right."Just into town," she demanded."Get on," I said for the third time.She tried to argue. I goosed the engine, letting its noise drown her words.She glared. I grinned. She tried again, and I let the throttle. ” She added with a sort of laugh. “I was going to end it, but then I realized how exciting it was to come home to your cock, right after.”“Did you ever suspect that I knew?” “No, I never did.” She answered, “I didn’t know that you knew…. That is, until last week when you were up and waiting for me.”“What gave me away?” I probed.“Well, “she continued, “Usually when I come in, you’re asleep and I go to the bathroom and clean up a bit. Last week, when I came into the bedroom, you were waiting for. I thought you’d never go for it and that you’d be begging to go home. I was not prepared to give you the discipline you need at home. Your father and I are going to have a long talk before you get home so that he supports my decision. We’ll talk about your brothers knowing you are in discipline and what they might be able to order you to do around the house. I know you are putting on a brave face about that. I am so proud of how far you have come in this short amount of time. You are like a. Hands slid along the inside of her legs. They stroked her breasts and lightly tweaked her nipples. They ran a spiral path between the lights across her tummy, around to her back, and then to the front where fingertips danced across the front of her pubic mound. ‘Paul? Is that you?’ She gasped as the fingers plucked lightly at her clit. ‘Oh, please Paul, tell me that it is you.’ No voice answered Mary. There was no sound in the room except the Christmas carols playing in the background and.