" What? You want me to drop cheering?" How else are you going to have time to go to school and then work?" Ashlee continued to argue.Brenda crossed he... arms and pouted.I got up and went to the kitchen and got a beer from the fridge then came back. "So Ashlee, what are we going to do to her?"She sat back and crossed her arms and gave her that look, "I don't know. What would you suggest?" Well, if she were younger, I would suggest a spanking. But since she is so much older now, I don't know if. Really.”“Well, then, come and sit down.” Suiting herself to her words, she sat at the entrance of the cave, leaving enough space for me to squeeze in beside her. “Is he always like that? D’Costa, I mean.”“Yes. Wait, and sooner or later he’ll start on you, too.” “Well, something has to be done about him then, doesn’t it? He needs to be taught a lesson.”“Right, that’s what everyone thinks, except the few he never picks on. But who’s going to do anything?” I noticed that she had no lunch packet.. I almost passed out, there was pain, but so much pleasure too, he didn’t stop, I was handcuffed with a muzzle, head in a pillow on the bed, ass up being used and abused.I wondered if he would ever stop, he did, well for a minute anyway! He pulled it out, I was all over the place my head was swimming, my hole was open wide, he forced it back it hard, no remorse, fuck! He pulled it all the way out, in, out, he was a machine, my ass was his toy and he didn’t care about my feelings or the pain,. Although he was a decent and kind man, he was not emotionally present. That is to say, I felt emotionally abandoned. It was a family trait, having come from a rather cold upbringing. It went so far that we had not had sex in many years. So, for reasons not of my making, my mind tended to wander toward forbidden fruit, and I had to be on guard of my own, ‘imagination’. It didn’t help that, though I was no longer a young woman, I was still attractive, as evidenced by the frequent long looks I.