He inspects my flushed breasts briefly, perhaps ensuring that the marks and small bruises from the other night have faded. Taking both nipples between...his fingers, he gradually begins to pinch them as he resumes speaking. “Here are the rules for the weekend… One, in the house or when we’re alone together out of the house, I’m Sir. In public, I’m Patrick.” His grip on my nipples tightens, triggering a spasm in my pussy. “Two, you will not deny me any request, sexual or otherwise.” Pinching my. I want to nail her ass to the wall. She wants to complain about being crucified? I’ll fucking SHOW her how crucified feels! The money is far less of an object to me than the satisfaction of seeing her in an orange jumpsuit in handcuffs, led away into the custody of the state. I never want that bitch to breathe the free air again! The next time that she leaves prison, I want it to be in a body bag or a fucking coffin!” I ranted, my hatred for that cunt showing through for real now.I was past any. " If I lied, and said I was, would you still do it?" she shot a smile back and the two shared a quick peck on the lips.Everyone went back in the house as it seemed like it might rain at any given time. They all sat down in a circle and began to give each other looks, waiting to see who was going to speak up. Finally, a hand shot up."I don't mean to pull rank here, but I'm the oldest by like a decade," Spencer said, looking all around the group. "I know I'm just Carly's br*ther and I think we. This is where my gay side kicked in and i slowly moved my hand down until i was holding his penis in my hand outside of his boxers then he grabbed my hand and slowly slid it down the inside of his boxers to his waiting rock hard penis.i then started to masturbate him still unsure about what we were doing but zack seemed to really like it and quickly stroked my penis through my boxers (i was out of my sleeping bag by this time). zack kept getting more excited and started to suck me off i was.