“Both my mother and I wanted to thank you for the nice time you showed her when she was here. She said you liked her Spanish casserole, so she insis...ed I make that for you. This is her recipe.”Kevin took the casserole dish from her hands.“Your mother was good people. I enjoyed her company and taking her out to dinner. I think her daughter might also enjoy going out to dinner with me.”Karen laughed and said, “I bet she would, but she can’t,” and raised her hand to show the engagement ring she. "Do you remember what happens when you don't follow orders?" heasked, his hand brushing the outside of her shorts, over her pussy. "Pleasegive me some water," Beth managed to croak, but the hand caressing her crotchsuddenly slid between her thighs a captured her pussy-lips in a strong pinch. Beth's body went ridged again. The man then loosened his grip, but kept alight hold on her lips. He noticed that her crotch was damp. It was mostlysweat, but some of the moisture was caused by Beth's. Fear is a definite side benefit, but I will get the most pleasure from the pain I will cause you.? He sighs, leaning back further in his fancy chair, really enjoying his dominant position, his eyes twinkling malevolently.?I’ve been on the rack before,? I spit, lying but hoping he’ll buy it. ?I’ve endured torture from bigger assholes than you.?The tyrant’s nicotine-stained teeth flash briefly. ?Perhaps that’s true?perhaps it isn’t,? he says. ?We shall see. I doubt though, that you’ve ever. It was early spring, a really gorgeous Saturday, and we’d spent the day at the park. We’d ostensibly been studying, but we’d spent more time on the blanket making out than cracking the books. I think we knew where we were headed that night, and I was excited. We had gone downtown for cheese steaks, a local treat he’d come to appreciate. That’s one thing about our relationship, we’ve always found ways to enjoy the guilty pleasures of each other’s local tradition. He came to enjoy things like.