I then slowly straddled you, my cock laying across the top of your ass. I quickly covered your mouth with my hand, and as you woke, I whispered roughl... into your ear, "Don't move, don't scream, Do you understand?" I could feel you trembling and then you shook your head yes. I said "Good, Now you will do everything I say, and you will do it without any hesitation, or else, do you understand?" Again you shook your head yes. I then took my hand off of your mouth. You never said a word as I took. My mind was buzzing with things like what he would really look like, what we would do together, and my mind always wonders if I’ll be walking into some kind of trap. I think I enjoy the buildup just as much if not more than the actual act itself. The anticipation is kind of like the feeling you get with Christmas or your birthday. You never know if you are going to like your presents until you open them up and see what is inside. Sometimes you are horribly disappointed and other times your mind. The next country album would be the introduction of the 'Family Band' and our blues album would just be 'Chuck and Lisa Blues.Steve and I thought about going to Hawaii for Thanksgiving, but decided against it. Brandy and most of the women went to Hawaii for a couple of days to decorate and furnish the additional space. There were several things Brandy was unhappy with, so she worked with the architect and told her what needed to be changed. It was going to be the second week of December or. . How about this... How about I pistol-whip your ass... how about I punch, kick and slap you around for an hour or so until beg me to stop. How about I do that until you beg for me to fuck you so that I will stop beating you... We can do it like that... or, you can take off your cloths, get fucked and live to see your children another day. Think about your children Sally. They'll miss you. Your funeral will be a closed casket baby. Because after I'm done with your ass no one will be able to.