I even live ather house and have to sleep with her.There is nothing sexual about sleeping with an old woman, wearing asleep mask with green goop slath...red on her face. There is nothingabout her that comes close to appealing to me now. Not even the factthat we smoke the same More 120's. Chain smoking cigarettes for sixmonths and having to act and dress the way I do has pretty much killedmy smoking fetish. All I want now is out. I want to be Joseph MarkusSmith again not "hun" or. The president nodded toward Dillon again and she reached back. There was a loud "thwack!" as the tiny ends hit her skin. She let out a shriek and her body shook. The next hit hurt just as bad as the first, on the other cheek."Will the next sister please come up," Lacey said, taking the whip from Dillon and handing it to the next in line. Another hard two whacks, this time both on the same cheek. Claire made sounds like an injured animal. The next sister was already in line and delivered the two. . uhhh ... fucking close ... do it baby ... do it"My hips shot up off the sofa, driving my cock as deep into her as I could manage. I grabbed her hips with my hands. My fingers dug into her flesh, holding her down on my cock. Restraining her in this way seemed to spur her on as much as her words were spurring me on."Do it ... cum in me ... cum in my cunt ... do it ... cum with me ... FUCKING DO IT"I flipped her onto her back on the sofa. Her sparkling blue eyes were on fire, but if her eyes. We set of to catch the train and got there just as the train arrived. We found two nice seats with a table in front of us so that we could put our sandwiches and laptops on and do what ever we wanted to for the long journey ahead.The train moved off exactly on time and we settled down with our books and papers to read as we watched the country side dash by.We chatted about how nice it was going to be, living in a log cabin just the two of us and taking our time over doing anything we wanted.