Emma squirms beneath Donald administrations and moans and starts to beg him to stop – but again, his finger is on her lips, and the look on his face...tells her to be silent. Instead, she takes the finger into her mouth and sucks away on it. Donald allows her to, and after a few minutes, presses a second finger into her mouth as he directs the vibrator over her clit and pushes it against her.The ums and ahs from deep in Emma's throat begin to grow. Donald presses a third finger into her mouth,. Within their home, the weekend seemed so far away now, almost like a dream. It had happened so fast. First Jace and Melinda, then Phil and herself, then all of them in a weekend of non-stop sex, occasionally broken by a run down the slopes. Even when skiing, the foursome had managed to find a secluded spot and managed a quickie or two in the snow.She smiled, remembering every moment of the weekend. There had been more than sex between them, she realized. Love too was there--even before they. I could hear a man’s voice and the Governor laughing like a little girl, stupid bitch.Eventually the call came, and composing myself into the reformed young lady they wanted to see I walked in. Scanning the room I expected to see my Mother sitting there, looking hopefully at me. The little mouse of a woman who would be pleading with me to be a good girl and follow her rules. Yeah, like she’d ever be able to tell me what to do again. That had stopped years ago.Instead, seated in the visitor’s. Instead she quickly turned her head to the side and bit deeply into the uppermost part of his inner right thigh. ‘Ow!’ Turner yelled. He threw her across the floor. ‘You bitch!’ You fucking whore bitch. Look what you’ve done.’ He looked down at his thigh. She hadn’t broke the skin but her teeth marks were there, vividly red, soon they’d be a dark blue, then ugly black bruises. ‘I’m going to fuck you up for this.’ His mind was racing. He wouldn’t touch her again. She wasn’t worth another drop of.