Still, Harry couldn’t help but shake his head in disbelief. This was a lot of denial, even for his relatives. Were they really that thick? Did they ...eally think that being the best bully in the school would qualify “Big D” for scholar of the year? He doubted very much if Dudley even cared about his grades, but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were mortified. What would they tell the neighbors who proudly shared their child’s achievements? Harry listened from the kitchen as talk of pulling Dudley. Recalling the last time she fought Reggie and the marks he left that she needed to hide from Dave, Christy reconsidered her resistance. "No, please don't hurt me, Reggie. I don't want it rough. I'll do what you want." She inched her legs apart to stop the pain and to avoid additional bruises that would need to be concealed.Returning to her knees, Reggie yanked her close to the edge of the bed and shoved her legs wide open. "This is better, Christy. It's best if we don't fight. We've already. I moved a little so that I was facing her, and I took both her hands in mine, and looked her in the eyes."You know, Julie, I really do like that flat of the twins - the Georgians clearly knew a thing or two about building. It has so much natural light, even in November, and the space works so well. Do you think you and I might buy a Georgian house one day?"She squealed as she realised what I had said."You mean us together? Is this a proposal?" No, my darling, I'll save my formal proposal of. Her underarm I can clearly see shaved; her teeth are white and straight. ?Do you want me to let you cum, bitch???Yes sir.??I know. Keep rubbing your nipple. Do you like being my slave???Yesssss.? The words slide out of her mouth. I laugh. I turn, and I retrieve the crop from where it hangs on the wall. She watches me with little apprehension. It is a small thing, the crop, hardly capable of doing much damage. With the crop, I slap her exposed nipple. She jumps and cries out. ?Keep.