She knew shed need to take more to make him rock hard. She wasnt sure she could. She wasnt sure hed give her a choice. Hr grinded his cock against her...thigh. Do you remember begging me for pain? Begging me to unleash my fury on you? The way he pronounced the word fury was to belittle her. To make light of her predicament. It worked. She felt stupid. Well, whore? Do you remember? With every word he landed his palm firmly onto her ass. She groaned. Yes, Sir. I remember. Tell me what you said. She. He seemed very nervous. mr deville was 6 1 and probably 235lbs and very strong. i asked is everything ok he said yes that he was worried i wouldnt come or would get caught. he then grabbed my hand and smiled. he said close your eyes, i have something to show you. he led me thru his house to the back and said open and when i did it was a huge hot tub with tv playing porn and several bottles of alcohol and some joints in a tray. i was really enjoying this. i then noticed mr deville walking away. Sooner or later he would press for the story and I would have to give in. From my observations and readings, I knew a good relationship was built on three things: trust, communication, and sex. ‘Some other time, handsome. We’ll need more sleep if we want to get through the day.’ ‘That was blatantly evasive. You won’t be able to hide from me on this one.’ The hand that once was on my abdomen was now rubbing my back in a soothing gesture. I knew that my reluctance was frustrating him. He was a. Later I took the kids to the nursery window to see their new brother. He was a big boy, eleven pounds eight ounces. He was the whitest, most Nordic looking child in the nursery.I was worried about Eddy's reaction to having a fair-skinned brother. I needn't have worried. My eldest son was so taken with being a big brother the baby could have come out green. As the years proved, Eddy was a great big brother to both our other children. I tried not to show him too much favoritism. But it can be.