I had to ask another dumb question just to lighten the mood," Are you going to make some banjo player squeal like a pig or is this a Rambo thing?" My ...quad thought Rambo was a pussy. If he had been with us, he would have to have been somebody's bitch."So much for lightening the mood. I checked my.45 and jacked a round into the chamber. I knew it would be a last resort, but I didn't want to arouse anyone's suspicion. I may be hard to kill but they didn't need to think I was. My gift would. Anyway, how was your fucking weekend? As good as you hoped?" Better, I think," mused Harry. "Very similar to yours by the sound of your action. Kate really likes it up her arsehole now she's got used to it. Does Josie like it up there?" I don't know but we have discussed it and she's going to think about it and let me know. Shhh, here she comes."Josie arrived with the coffees. "Hi Harry, has my lover been tellin' you about his fuckin' stamina. He was never out of me. He pumped enough protein. The whole affair did. With every thrust deep inside me the memories of boyfriend seemed liked a distant past. Guilt led to pleasure and sin become delightful. He grabbed my ass cheeks, one in each hand, a firm grip, and thrusted all the way inside me sending my body into a quiver.“So deep” I moaned out, “Harder” I begged.He put his hand on my throat and lifted me up – choking me slightly. It was rough, it was powerful, and it made my toes curl. He flipped me over pinning me into the bed.. She had been traumatized by that punishment, but, Amy was under the impression that Wendy was glad to have endured it. She certainly seemed more focused as a result of having had that experience. In spite of the professor’s harsh treatment, Wendy wrote mostly kind things about Burnside. She struggled to please her mistress. Pleasing Burnside was a difficult goal, but, with enough effort, one that could be achieved. Wendy’s efforts to please the professor intensified her feelings about.