I took one last look then went home. Several hours later I heard a weak knock at my door and it was Kasey. I opened the door and she grabbed me and hu...ged me. She said she was so sorry that she had wrecked the day. All this hugging and such was driving me crazy, but I cared for Kasey a lot more than I’d like to admit. I felt that I would get my heart broken. I told her to go home and get a night’s rest, but she told me to come home with her and wait until she went to sleep. I didn’t know what. . my pussy open and unprotected.? I feel the hairbrush smack against my slit and my breath hisses sharply.? Again. another hit.. dead on target... my cunt is beginning to throb as you use the brush to make it pinker than it already is.? All that pressure on my pussy is making my clit throb..... I swear you know it because, I can no longer count the smacks I have had.... just when the pressure on my clit is going to make me cum... you stop.? I am just standing there, holding my ankles while you. . goodbye, Pastor Grey."When she returned to the room, at least she wasn't crying; her colour was high and her lips tight."That arrogant, insufferable, chauvinistic... " she bit off whatever she was going to say next, just adding, " ... person." We can block his calls, if you like," I said. "There's a little box in the phone line – all you have to do is press a button." Show me," was all her reply.We sipped our drinks listening to a CD of relaxing music. It included a particular favourite of. ? I was still holding her from behind, so shifted my grip from her upper arm to her hip, sliding my hand beneath her panties so I could feel her hot, sweaty flesh, the sweat of fear, even as I yanked back again on her hair to calm her struggles, earning me another grunt of pain from behind her gag.? I pulled her toward me, grinding her ass up against my cock, the sensations driving me wild.Tyrone stepped back and began peeling off her jeans, forcing me to hold her by her shoulders as he lifted.