“You are going to pay for that Lace!” He kissed her then. Fiercely, uncompromising. She was in trouble. She was breathless when he finally release... her. Still fisting her hair he almost drug her into their room. Kicking the door closed with his foot he pushed her up against the wall. Reaching back he unzipped the dress. She let it slide to the floor, shedding it like snake skin. He didn’t waste any time. He bit hard on her left nipple while pinching the right hard between his thumb and finger.. She rubbed her clit faster, pinching her nipple thinking of his sweet little mushroom top oozing his salty hot cum onto her tongue. She stopped rubbing her clit and stuck two fingers inside of her slick hole thinking of how he used to bury his bone inside of her. She licked her middle and index finger of her other hand and went back to rubbing her nipple as she fingered herself thinking of how he would fuck her slow in long strokes. She took her fingers out of her pussy and returned to rubbing. At some point in the middle of the night I awoke to the sound of Bobby crying. Betty shifted a little and got up off the couch. She kissed me on the lips and said, “sleep tight, baby. I’ll take care of him.” I got up off the couch, watched her walk naked into the bathroom and went into my bedroom and fell asleep in my own bed. I must have been dreaming because I imagined someone playing with my cock and balls and I couldn’t see who it was. I felt myself harden and started to hump my hips. A deep muffled sound came from him and it made me smile. It was just what I wanted to hear. Walking in front of him, I positioned the end of the riding crop right under his chin and said as I began to slowly move it down, "When I say something, I expect you to obey. My command, my voice, my tone, is the only thing that matters here. Do you understand?" Again, I got nothing. He was not listening very well, so I poked him in the navel with the riding crop's point and pressed hard into it. "What.