The cross was the symbol ofsuffering?her suffering each time he coerced her into that musty smelling roomto be alone with him. Suffering brings us clo...er to God. Jesus suffered for oursins. Suffer the little children. Suffering makes us stronger. Suffering bringsus closer to all things pure and heavenly. So many thoughts filled her head,confusing her, making it hard to remember? hard to think?She stiffened then took a deep breath as if to reinforce her resolve. Rebecca had suffered. Rebecca had. Without any further notice, he levers my dick toward him and takes the head of it—still covered—into his mouth. He sucks hard, using his briefly forgotten left hand to massage my balls at the same time.I throw my head back against the wall and squeeze my eyes shut tight. "Oh, god," I moan. And then again: "Yes." I stroke his hair and find the elastic waistband of my sweats with my other hand, tugging at it. "Fuck," I curse plaintively. He's going to make me come, and I haven't even felt his. As we reached the top she said, 'you can wait in the bedroom,' before entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her. I flipped down onto our bed hoping she would not be long. Praying she would not be long.After no more than a few minutes the bathroom door opened and the unmistakable sound of heels emerged. She slowly walked towards our bedroom before entering and standing at the end of our bed. My mouth fell open.She stood before me looking as hot as she ever has before or since. The. Wie sie mich auf ein Bett zurücklehnte, mit ihrem Kopf zwischen meine Beine sank, oder sie leicht auseinander drückte, und ich dabei Max aus den Augenwinkeln sah, wie er uns, in der Tür stehend, beobachtete.'Kein Fick mit ihm', hallte es durch meinen Kopf, während sie an dem Knopf meiner Jeans nestelte, bis sie ihn aufbekam und dann den Reißverschluss langsam herunterzog. 'Kein Fick mit ihm' - das war ihre Bedingung. Zuschauen nur, wie wir uns gegenseitig verwöhnen, und sie dann, wenn er mich.