“Michael, don’t sing in front of Jennifer, or anybody else for that matter, until you are up to snuff. OK honey?”“Janice, I love you.”She tu...ned off my light and closed my door. I think she started crying again. Us Thomas’s were criers, that’s for sure.All the while I was growing up, I spent my time either listening to music, watching TV, doing homework, reading ... a lot, and working on my personal genealogy.Janice M. Forester, Mom, was the daughter of Steven R. Forester and Susan L. Hrcek.. Looking down at her from behind I decided to have her ass. I commanded her to an orgasm, and when her convulsions had subsided I popped my cock from her pussy and pressed the head to her rosebud. Stiffening, she put her palms flat on the table, lifted her body up somewhat and twisted her torso to look me in the face. "No, lover, I don't like it that way. Please, please, please don't put it in." I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Jill, have I done anything to you that hasn't felt good?". ’ ‘No, oh please, no, ‘ ‘I love playing with myself, it feels SO good.’ ‘That video camera, ‘ thought Becky, ‘filming me masturbating and saying how much I love it. I could be ruined.’ ‘Do you like touching your pussy?’ Becky was talking between pants now, ‘I… I… I love… love touching my… my pussy…’ No… she couldn’t have an orgasm in front of him and his camera… he has no right to see that… ‘Tell me what a slut you are Becky.’ ‘I… I am… such… such a slut…’ Oh, god, no, no. Her back began to. What if it broke inside me? Why was he doing this? At that point I could have said something, I could have said No. But I didn’t, my body, my mind and my heart needed... no, craved Renaud. Was it because I was so deeply in love with this wonderful man? Or was it because I was also curious about what it would feel like to have the bottle inside me. Something deep inside me wanted to trust Renaud, so I stayed silent and I allowed him to use me.His hand on my belly held me still while he used the.