His reply is a playful slap on the ass. “Now Now” you hint at him with a bit firmer squeeze of his cock. “You owe me breakfast.” “So I do in...eed. Might be a tad hungry now.” He rumbles back. Pushing him up over top of you he throws the comforter off exposing both your naked bodies. This causes a loss of grip but you like as he now positions his body over yours. You begin a slight wrestling but he is on top of you and has your wrists pinned to the bed. You feel him spread you legs and slowly. She didn't stir much as I moved her onto her back and bent her legs and spread her knees so I could do the inside of her legs and get the sand from her vulva. It was obvious she had been forcefully entered there from the bruising between her legs and a little dried blood around the entrance to her vagina.Another bruise that showed up was another fist shaped one, right on her pubis. She must have been given a couple samples of the "Falcon Punch" that teens often talk about as punishment to. "Men do not wear dresses," she said to him coldly. "Your name is Herbert and not Helen. Now go put on your own clothes this instant."The man had never liked his wife's cold, scolding voice. He liked it even less on a sunny morning while wearing his favourite dress. He stood there staring quizzically at her for a moment."Men do not wear dresses," she repeated more loudly this time."I am not a man," he answered in a forced falsetto. "My name is Helen and this is my dress. I like it very much.". He worked in silence until a voice whispered in his ear. Didnt you like my little gift at lunch? No, Jaime, not really. I wasnt in the mood. Thats not what I felt. Jaime stood behind Levon and wrapped his arms around the other boys broad shoulders. Not here, damn it! Levon snapped. He spun around and looked Jaime in the eye, Look, he said, what we had the other night was a one-time deal. And if we ever do that again, its not going to be here, especially during work-hours. Im not risking this.