When he was confident that they were distracted with one another, he stealthily but quickly went up the narrow back stairs to the second floor. He wal...ed past the bedrooms and the den until he got to the loft that overlooked the living room and its cathedral ceiling. It was mostly a play area for the kids now and was generally a mess. He dodged Legos and toy trucks until he got to his daughter’s large dollhouse. He crouched down behind it. From this vantage point he could look through the. Whack on my ass...whack on my tits...whack on the back of my thighs..hard enough to make me yelp but no stronger than he has struck me before. more soft teasing....i tried to concentrate only on the sensations but i could feel myself anticipating the next strike...absolutely delish. whack, whack, whack...ass, cunt, back...harder this time making me cry out and struggle against my bindings...pain, real pain. i shoved his hand up into my cunt and roughly fingered me...hard enough to bruise my. He had the case right but got my involvement in it wrong..."He trailed off, waiting for anyone to speak."And you didn't, at any point, during the posturing or when Franks attacked you, think to announce yourself or ask for Fornell?" Though he knew, from Martin, that Gibbs was under orders not to reveal himself, Morrow needed to know if that was his actual motive behind Gibbs' actions.Fornell moved to interrupt, to tell Morrow exactly how his ops were run, but was halted with a look from the. In fact that kindness is perhaps the only thing that helped me not become like Mother,” she says instead of giving an answer. “When all this is behind me...”“What are you going to do?” he asks, his anger boiling to the surface—his sister’s smugness instantly triggering it.But before she can answer, the door opens with Hera stepping in. “Outside, Brady,” she demands. “Do not come back in unless you wish to serve at my feet.”“I have orders,” he counters. “Do you dare go against Cyra?”“Her orders.