It wasn't until she said "Oh wow! Look who's here..." that Miguelrealize that he had stopped breathing all together. His sharp intake of air seemed to...be her perfect cue as she moved seductively towards him, her ample breasts jiggling with each provocative step. He ogled her flat stomach and her flared hips which tapered gracefully into a pair of long, toned legs. He rushed to get to his feet but she pushed him back into his seat, andthen he started to apologize for invading her privacy. She. You need some discipline. I can’t have you teasing anyone else can I?” He walked and whispered to her. “After all, you’re mine.” She was left speechless as Dan pushed her pants down and rubs a finger over her clit. Catherine bites her lips to stop herself from moaning in pleasure. “Step out of your pants and bend over the table. It’s time for your punishment.” Catherine follows Dan’s instructions and bent over the table. “Spread your legs baby.” Catherine took a deep breath and did as she was. With my father gone I had no one who I could turn to for guidance. My mother was a painter and she spent most of her time in her studio. She had bought me some aquatic colors for my birthday because I, myself loved to paint. But sadly, my brother had gotten into the paint and ruined them by mixing them together. The thought of my family filled me with anger, I peddled my bicycle with more force as tears burned my eyes but the thought my brother who was half a year younger then I was still. ‘My lady,’ he said, taking her hand and pulling her into the room. Her fingers were cold as ice, his were hot. He took the coat from her back and hung it up. Underneath she wore a simple black dress, low cut. Her gorgeous red hair was pulled up onto the back of her head. ‘All this for me?’ she asked, her voice cracking just a bit. She pointed to the bed, which he had stripped down to the white sheets and covered with rose petals. The floor surrounding the bed was lightly dusted with petals of.