Ron had bared my little backside twice, put me over his lap and given me two damned good spankings. Both had been until I was in tears but – we made...up later. I knew it aroused him to redden my little ass.That weekend it was both a shock and a thrill to have him ask if I would do something special for him. He told me that, whatever I decided was okay with him. It was after dinner and we were getting everything ready for the evening. I was looking forward to some good sex – we’d already done. But how?They had taken all of the necessary precautions: removed her clothing, kept her drugged and watched over by that brute Moroccan, Erabas... Erabas... ? She wondered. It was an obvious leer he had given her, a hungry and undeniable lustful expression. Perhaps... perhaps, she could bargain with him... if he would help her, she would let him... Oh God, she couldn't, she couldn't! But what, then? Where could she turn? There was no one! Her Paul was gone somewhere she didn't know... Again,. “You don’t know her do you?”She shook her head.“Probably a student. It is half term.” Larry responded as he sat down beside her again.“So you enjoy making me feel vulnerable then?” Helen asked.His hand moved down her thigh and between her legs. “Your body is mine remember Helen,” he reiterated. “Mine to do with what I want and when I want.”Helen parted her thighs in response.“This is what you want, isn’t it?”She turned to him and kissed him. “It’s what I need as well,” she revealed as her hand. God, prudish must be the most erotic thing since the invention of the wheel, for it turned him on in seconds. He had gone so hard it ached.Their eyes continued absorbing each other, her finger clawed at her skirts in a clear sign of ragged resistance.“Please,” he uttered in a coaxing tone.She looked at him, then to the settee, then at him again. He body shifted a fraction of an inch, froze. The book fell on the carpet with a muffled thud. Her hands adjusted her skirts to cover her better, then.