I told her to slide her two fingers inside of me and stroke me with her thumb ever so gently. I was so turned on that I thought I was going to cum as ...oon as she touched me. Being powerful and in control always gets me wet. Hurting her damn near pushed me over the edge. She wasn’t good at what she was doing but would get better as time went on. I was just so turned on my the thought of her disobeying me and having a reason to hurt her. I grabbed her by her shoulder and told her to get down on. . "sara. I would not tease about such things. I am not a tease. A tease is someone that says they will do something but would not... That is NOT me..." For the first time you also noticed he had not capitalized your name. He typed sara... You sit there at your desk not sure what to do. A co-worker walked by your desk and asked "are you ok? You look flushed." You said you were fine just thinking about some permits a contractor had submitted... You finally decided you wanted to reply to see if he. She was trembling again, scared out of her wits. Sandy tried not to show it, but she was equally afraid. She was staring at the long line of naked soldiers on her side of the tent, their shafts so hard for her. The instinct to run was like an alarm screeching in her head. “Tonight we will have a competition,” the General shouted so that all in the tent could hear. “The blonde cunt will take the right side and the brunette bitch will take the left side.” He turned to Sandy, pointing at the men. I glanced. Where ever I was it wasn’t in my Dodge.From out of nowhere a deeply tanned man said, “Ah ... good. We can begin.”Not that I recognized the language ... it was guttural and coarse.He grabbed the lodgepole pine splinter sticking up and twisted.“OW fucking OW!”“Hold him,” he said to the unknown hand.Darkness.The splinter wasn’t a splinter ... it was the three foot end of one of my tipi poles ... and it had transfixed my leg. I am supposing he pushed it through ... supposing ... because.