When the rain had started, Ginny made no attempt to run for the shelter of the hotel. Too much was happening in her Anne Tyler novel at that moment to...justify that. And, anyway, the rain would soon stop.But it didn't. It got heavier and heavier, graduating from tiny dimples in the sand to an overall marshy greyness. Finally, there was no choice and Ginny was the very last person on the beach to collect her towel and wicker bag, her novel shoved hastily to the bottom, and run towards the nearest. He knew how much that alone pissed me off; how I was tired of being miss perfect. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, that I wasn't perfectly innocent. It was a facade that everyone else saw. I wanted to tell him that he was an ass, that I wasn't good. I wanted to tell him all that and more, but his cock was standing at a point, leaving me wanting it. I sighed and fell to my knees. I began to lean in and kiss the head, but as I did Aaron pulled me away. "Lovely sister, leave that for when dad can. There are a thousand ways I can inflict enough pain forthat to happen, but I'm always willing to try the simple way first.Agree. Do you agree to do everything you're told to do?"David made a small affirmative moan."As an added incentive, if you disappoint me and force me to punish you,your friend will receive the exact same punishment. There will be lotsand lots of pain, so if you have a brain in that head of yours you'lljust do what I tell you to do, until we let you go. Understand?"David. Of course Greg said no which is true, we have never had sex. Then Ken told Greg that he should fuck me because I was so hot.’ ‘I’m sorry about that Lisa, he should not have said that but I can understand why he did. You are very hot and I’m sure it was meant as more of a compliment.’ ‘Maybe but then he told Greg that he has been fucking you all summer. I just had to know if it is true or just locker room talk.’ ‘It’s true, Ken and I have become lovers and I am having great sex with him.’ ‘Oh my.