NO NO, it hurts.Doc, Take it easy man. She is supposed to be recoveringDoc took Lisa’s chain and pulled her neck back as he fucked her harder and h...rder.==========================================================================Lisa lay in her bed in the corner o f the room. Her leather neck restraint was chained to apipe. She could not sleep. She had four weeks recovery since her kidnapping, torture andrape. Recovery is relative concept. She had been mistreated the whole time but it had. I was persistent with my kisses and continued to unbuttoned her blouse. Between kisses, I said Mom; I need this, please, for me. I need you. I could tell she really wanted me to stop, but Mom always had a hard time saying no to me and let me continue. This is so crazy, please stop she whispered. We will regret this…Maybe she will, but I wont. As I was kissing Mom’s shoulders, I started to run my fingertips lightly over the soft silk of her blouse. First along her sides and across her back, then. ‘You’re drooling, dear,’ she purred. Abruptly Simon stood and ducked under her body, lifting her quickly and easily into a firemen’s carry over his shoulder. He swivelled and tossed her onto the bed before falling next to her. Her giggle was silenced as he crushed her mouth to his. They broke apart once more so that Marianne could lift his shirt over his head before rejoining in the passionate kiss. Finally Simon could wait no longer, he undid his belt without removing his lips from hers.. What the hell had I gotten myself into?She wasn't a bad looking broad, maybe on the wrong side of forty by a couple of years and a bit the worse for wear... but pretty classy for all that. Tight-fitting slacks and sweater top. That view from behind had attracted me like a magnet. Dammit, that's why I had asked her to dance in the first place. I've always been a sucker for a nice-looking ass.There was the parking garage where she had left her car. She had to be an Islander. It figured. Only an.