I could notmake myself climax while Robert watched. I think I knew I should not be doingthis, and my remaining conscience served as a barrier to my cl...max. But I remained right on the edge.Our breathing began to synchronize and became faster, deeper and more labored. I could tell Robertwas approaching orgasm. I wanted to witness it. I wanted to experience my stepson’s climax.Suddenly, his loins stiffened, his pace quickened and he began to convulse as he ejaculated long thick strings of semen.. OK, so give me five minutes in the penalty box! WTF! The bruise and knot on her left cheek bone was the result of getting hit hard. Her left hand clearly showed the signs of being married to someone with a lot of money to spend on diamonds. Three miles later I asked, ‘What do you need first, a doctor and or a cop?’ ‘Nothing! I’m FINE!’ and she made it sound definite. The word ‘Fine’ from a female is the end of any reasonable discussion. I’ve learned that’s the time to switch topics. So I. "I want you on your back." I nod the best that I can. You lead me up the bed and place my head on a pillow. You tell me to behave or be tied down. I agree quickly, I hate being bound. You bite my neck, passing your energy through it. I cum for you. My juices run down my legs and drip on to the bed. My nipples ache against the pressure of you on top of me. You deepen the bite and growl into it, and I cum again for you. My body aches for more. "Mine." You growl deep into my neck. "Always." I. What did help, was that she was allowed to rub her stinging bottom as her nose was pressed against the wallElla always thought it strange that Sandra insisted on naughty spot time even when curfew was missed because that meant she was even later to bed. However, she supposed Sandra reckoned that it was more humiliating to cry in front of her and that that was part of the punishment.Fifteen-minutes later Ella ordered, “Okay, Lucy, go to bed.”Lucy was relieved to be sent to bed and after.