“Sure!”“What do you want?”“I don’t know.”“Well, text me. See you later!”“Bye, dad!”Dorrian had gotten Zion’s mother pregnant w...en the two were just in high school. Through the years both of Zion’s parents had grown up and established lives. He was very blessed because both sets of grandparents played a very active role in his early years helping the pair be stable and appropriately loving.Outside, Dorrian and Gene loaded the suitcases into the trunk of Zelma’s silver 2015 Toyota Avalon. Gene. ”“Hush.”“It’s alright, sweet pea.” He’s drunker than her. Not that he’s drunk. Tipsy. I join them, chilled to the bone – Seattle winters. Steam drifts upward as I begin to thaw in her arms, her chin resting upon my shoulder.“Need to talk?”I simply shake my head. “This is good.”“Is it okay if he stays?”I don’t answer for a long while. She’s left it up to me. Just a little bit of. She looks up at him, repositioning herself to a more comfortable posture. "M-master?" She says questioningly, not knowing if her words would bring on another onslaught of punishment. Her pussy stung with pain, and she reached her right hand down to cup it over her mound, her breath catching at the pain, then releasing as the cold from her hand soothed it.MatrimKnotai: he leans back up and sets the salts to the side. His eyes harden as he sees her place her hand on her pussy and with his right. My mind jumped back to last night, to my rape of Julie. She had wanted the rape. It was her fantasy, a game to be played between consenting adults. But, I had responded more violently than I believed possible. The power of control over her, the desire to crush her under my will, had been devilishly strong. The effect I had on Andy and her horrified reaction had snatched me back to reality. I thought about power, its use and mind control, as Julie slipped out of bed and into the bathroom.In a.