Gretchen turned her head back, her eyes got huge and she smirked saying "put it in!" I pulled out, Gretchen reached back spreading her cheeks showing ...ff her hole. I raced to my nightstand, grabbed a bottle of lube and douced my cock and poured it all over her backside. I rubbed myself up and down her crack. Then I jammed it in hard. I wasn't myself, I acted out of sheer lust. The deep thrust into Gretchen, she yelled out in pain and rage. She turned back at me violently with a stare like "I'm. You are too slow to respond for my liking..I grab hold of your hair and lift you up, so the weight is off your knees and slap you twice around the face. Hard enough to leave a mark and to hurt you a bit. You scream in surprise and pain. Your nipples get even harder in response. Dirty fucking slut."You suck my cock when I say slut, not when you are ready!"I drop you back to the floor."Now suck my fucking cock bitch."You practically dive forward this time, with your mouth open and begin to give. I jumped up, and ran towards the street, only to be caught by thearm and stopped dead in my tracks."Carolyn, this is all new to me too, but I couldn't help myself! Really!You're just so...cute that I couldn't resist!" Tom," I said in a shaky voice, "maybe we shouldn't..." Yes," he said, "we should. You're going to be the best looking girl atthe Slicer, and you'll be with me. Sarah will piss her pants when shesees you!" Is that what this is all about? I asked in an angry voice, "Sarah? Allyou. ’ I still found it funny that ‘I’ve got to find my purse’ still meant ‘I have to make out madly with the man in my life.’ It’s always been like that for as long as I could remember. She’s the kind of woman that has lojack on her purse so I knew I would be waiting a few minutes for her to kiss her husband and pretend like she was actually looking for the bag. We went to several stores that day and looked at a bunch of stuff. Some of it was either too trashy or too virginal. I needed something.