I don't like to blow a load until you've been well satisfied'. Jarvis lowered his body back to mine and asked 'what if I wanted to you to come while ... fucked your good ass'. 'Then', I said 'I would not want you to continue. I don't know why, but if I blow my load I don't want to be fucked any more'. Jarvis said, almost apologetically 'do you think it's because you were attacked sexually so often while you were in high school that you are like this'. 'Could be', I said 'many times I was. About six months passed.One day I returned from college as usual at about 5 PM. Dad always came back from office at around 6:30 PM. Today it was well past 7:00 and dad had not yet returned. It was August and it was raining heavily, so we thought he must have been held up. At about 7:10 PM the phone rang.Someone from Dad’s office was calling. Dad had had a heart attack and was immediately taken to the hospital. He underwent an angiography and was in the ICCU pending bypass surgery scheduled for. ” “Again,” Jess called out. Three more thwacks filled the room as she paddled Miss D’Haviland’s defenceless bottom, over and over. The older woman whimpered. “Yes Miss Harris,” she cried out. “Better,” said Jess switching the crop into her left hand, reaching with her right hand between Miss D’Haviland’s legs to grip her pussy. The woman’s sex was open and wet, and Jess slid two entwined fingers deep within her as she smiled. She pushed her hand upward roughly between the woman’s spread. The Midway wasn't supposed to open for another hour or two, and April said she had to go see someone that afternoon, so I just thought I'd check in with Rob and see what time he wanted me to work the booth."Hey Rob. How's it going?"Rob was standing there with his eyes closed, leaning on the frame we had cut out of the front wall. His eyes snapped open when he heard me."Oh! Hi! Hi George. Um, yeah, things are great!" He had this huge, shit-eating grin on his face."Well, you seem to be in a.