Close the lid over the pan, let it smother for a minute of two, mould fresh black pepper over it. Serve at some slices of bread, with a big mug of tea...and get back to her in bed to have breakfast.Belly full, Stella Maris hugs me. I caress her lower belly. Takes her less than a minute to turn.At her belly, she lets me spread her legs wider by my knees pushing them further open, she loves it.Stella Maris loves it when she can't move, only endure my thrusts. With one hand she self caresses.I hold. Tonight, your body is mine. Your cunt; your mouth; your ass if I feel like it. Fighting won't change that - it just turns me on more, and means that you get it harder. Nod if you understand."After a few seconds, I saw her head bob.Now that I had her forced cooperation, I moved my free hand down her body again. She was wearing an oversized t shirt as a nightgown, with nothing underneath. I wadded the shirt up in my fist, and pulled it up. She tried to keep her butt on the bed, but I was able to. ’ I asked her if she’d like a glass of wine. ‘Oh, please, would you?’ she asked with an eager look in her eyes. ‘Sorry, I’m all out, Mackenzie,’ I bluffed, then after pausing a moment for effect, smiled and asked, ‘Burgundy or zinfandel?’ ‘Zinfandel would be nice right now.’ As I strolled to the kitchen to get the wine, she made her way to the bathroom in the bedroom to freshen up. When I returned with the wine, she looked radiant lying on my bed, and I handed her a glass of zinfandel, and sat. She wrapped her arms around her ankles and rested her chin on her knees. One eye on the mirror, the other fixed on the girl who glared at her fearfully from on top of bed.Finally, Kathy couldn't take it any more. "Look," she pleaded, "I don't mean to be rude, but you've got to help me. I'm stuck here and I'm scared." Why should I help you?" The girl was so angry. "I was a virgin until you, you, you," she started crying again, "ruined my life."Kathy didn't understand how she'd done that, but.