He examined her face, reading the seriousness in it. And there was that thigh.. He took a breath, smirked and leaned in to kiss her exposed flesh. “...ore,” was the instruction he received. A peck turned into a smooch, he nibbled gently and her knee. He reached up to pull her leg closer to him, but his hands were smacked away. “Let’s get one thing straight here, okay? I am the customer. I am right. It’s your job to serve me and I will call the shots. Am I understood?” she barked at him. A head. Instead of answering me, my Father in law came in shut the bedroom door and locked it. He grabbed my hand, pulled me into his arms and he wrapped his big arms around me and forced his lips on mine.I tried to push him away but his arms’ grip around me was so strong I couldn’t break away and both our lips were sealed together. He tried to push his tongue through my lips into my mouth but I sealed my lips tightly denying its entrance. I kept fighting him off then finally he released his arms and I. She slipped out of her pants, pulled down a pair of indifferent boy-cut shorts, and knelt in front of him, facing away, lowering her head and grasping the bedstead. He dropped to his knees and opened his trousers, immediately stroking his cock to a very firm state, rubbing the head and using the other set of fingers on the base, unselfconsciously getting himself as hard as possible.He regarded the scene: upturned ass, pretty, trimmed, and blonde pubic hair nestled in the juncture of thighs,. She knew what she should do. She had talked about it. Could she do it?She gathered her courage, remembering the words of encouragement, and stood. She walked to Fran and sat next to her on the sofa. She reached out and touched Fran's cheek, a touch that spanned too many years. She could feel the wetness of the tears. She hadn't heard Fran cry in so long.Patrice swallowed hard before speaking. "Fran, you don't have anything to be sorry about." Yes, I do," Fran said through the tears. "I took Tim.