This was something totally new to me. Sure, as guys we'd give each other a hard time, occasionally make jokes about so-and-so being gay or something ...ike that, but never were serious about it. Just teenage fun, right? But this... holy crap. This was wrong, but so fun...Ken laid there, appearing to sleep, but his hand gently began to explore my rigid tool through my shorts... I was in both heaven and hell at the same time. I didn't know what to think, but I knew I was enjoying it, and. Thank you for showing me how bad I am and punishing me, mistress”. I was just glad that I knew enough of BDSM culture back then to know the right things to say, for I knew I would have gotten another punch if I didn’t explain why I’m sorry or didn’t thank her for the punishment. I had no idea if Janani knew of these things (as we would discover later, she did), but I had no intentions of risking it.“Then, you have the balls to lie about it *punch* and try justifying your actions *punch* and. " Then why in Hell you done spent twenny year, tellin' me 'come home', 'work fo' me', 'we need you.' if-n you ain't even know what the Hell you need me fo?" I don't need you anywhar." Marcus growled, "Daddy wanted you here." Daddy ain't been here fo' a long time now." Yeah, an' Momma was right proud that you was at his side when he left."It was the closest JD had been to taking a swing a Marcus in decades. They had known their father's health was failing but JD had spent one more day in. She couldn’t help but stare at his clothes, a long white loose silk shirt, black leggings and black boots, her brown hair made him greatly desirable, he turned around to her and smiled, ‘ I saw you last night at the lake, M’dame, ‘ she nodded with a blush to her breast, ‘ I do apologize for my behavior, Mr. Foster, ‘ he shook his head, ‘ Call me Anthony, ‘ he adviced smiling, she nodded, ‘ I’m Rosa Duntae, do just call me Rosa, ‘ Anthony couldn’t help but grin and nodded, ‘ M’dame, doesn’t your.