I slaped your left cheek, then your right one. They were not gentle slaps, they were hard enough to hurt a little, and to make your skin bright pink. ...ucking you from behind, your fingers working your clit, I continued to slap you like that, and you continued to get closer and closer to the edge of cumming, each slap a little bit of pain that enhanced the pleasure of our fucking. “You like it when I slap you hard?” I asked, my own arousal extreme and my own orgasm not that far away, yet. "He warned us Jacob, we wouldn't of had the fleet on alert if he hadn't." Jan said."Enough, his fate will be discussed later, we need to figure out our plans to stop them" I heard the Governor say."Don't worry Anthony, everything will be okay." Coral whispered into my ear.I couldn't hear anything else after that, my body was racked with convulsions, I felt horrific pain through out my body, I felt as though someone was trying to rip out my guts, I barely felt the prick of the needle that put me. The beat and jerking steps continued as it went even darker in the sack; he was now in the shadow of one of the hideous instruments of death. The beat suddenly stopped with a drum roll which nearly stopped his heart; as he wriggled and quailed in the sack, his balls tingled and his cock stood erect as if to confound his fear of death; to his dismay, he found the fear of death had sexually aroused him. He felt another rope being tied about his ankles and he shrieked in fear as he felt himself. Jesus Christ, I was paying for it, wasn’t I? How much more helpful could I get?I got a reprieve from car shopping on Tuesday. We were meeting with the brain trust for lunch at a steakhouse on York Road. Charlie was turning out to be a fairly good kid for taking out (Alison had been colicky as hell!) and behaved as long as we kept pouring formula into the bottomless pit he called a stomach. He wasn’t on baby food, not yet anyway, and I dreaded what that would do to his diapers when it.