It is as if all the fight goes out of him at once, leaving him weak. He drops his arm and leans into her, forehead touching hers. It’s the closest t...ey’ve ever been to one another. He is still trembling. Cautiously, she raises one arm to his side and rests her hand there, gentle and tentative. They stand, breathing together. His closeness makes her heart thump in her chest. Her breathing slows, but remains erratic. She feels giddy. Adrenaline courses through her veins with nowhere to go. A hot. ”“Thank you, Sir. Are my orgasms a reward or a punishment?”“For me, they’re a reward. For you, they’re both. Do you understand?”“Not really, Sir, but my understanding isn’t important.”“Isn’t my satisfaction important to you?”“Yes it is, Sir. It’s the only thing that’s important to me. What can I do to apologize for my misunderstanding, Sir?”“How have you behaved this morning?”Her entire body flushed. “I’ve been argumentative and defiant. I questioned you and prioritized my own desires over. When he looked up, it was not at my face. Just playing at gay there, Jon? I shook off the thought and donned the white opera gloves. Francine pinned on the old and blue broach. Then she pulled out a pair of emerald earrings. My first instinct was to decline, but it was her moment and I refused to ruin it. They took many pictures. Francine and Christine bridesmaid’s dresses were adorable. Just before I asked someone to fetch Siobhan, she came through the door, angry at being abandoned. She cut a. I tried to busy myself with the mail on the table to keep from ogling her. I lost out though. She didn’t help.“Thanks daddy!” she said rushing up to me. Her little boobs brushed my shoulder as she leaned in to kiss me. She wore a red, yellow and orange colored two piece bikini that reminded me of sherbet. I was horny and hungry at the same time. Around her waist was a big beach towel so couldn’t see her ass, but I found myself drawn to her almost completely bare back. Only the ties for her top.