You just sit there, and be virtuous, young man, so you can report to my mother that we were proper little churchgoing church mice! “ She crossed her...arms, doing interesting things to her bust in the process, and continued, as if in an aside. “Harrumph! Not interested in my soft brown body! Don’t want to fool around, the least little bit! I heard that white boys were only after my black booty, and you—YOU-- cannot be bothered to take advantage of me, and my weakened defenses, when I’m simply. Just be careful out there and don't step on the wrong toes. Martinson has always been known for having tight security, so don't be surprised to find someone on your back." No sweat, John, that's why I have a new man watching my back for me. Should I shoot them or warn them first." Damn, don't be shooting anyone from Martinson. That would be a sure way to get us all in trouble." John, we did that last night inside the hotel when we were in a firefight with some hired shooters. There's a total of. My nipples throbbed.“You have been such a trial, Bess,” she continued. “You’ve made me want to pull out my hair with your wild antics. And now ... Your Father and I will punish you right. We’ll mold you into a proper young lady.”I whimpered in delight. I was at their mercy, so helpless, and I loved it.“Yes, we will,” Daddy said. “Woman, I know you’re hungry to eat that creampie.”“So much, Father,” Mommy said.She called him Father when they played BDSM? How did I not realize my parents were such. She felt like a statue, some monument set on the roundabout, an ode to freedom and sexual expression.She was frantic now, from inside the mask she could see the traffic moving slowly, faces pinned to the windows, mouths open wide. She screwed it harder. Give them a show she shouted to herself, give them what they want. Her nipples were hard and she sent a hand up to pull at them. Her shouts were now loud and powerful, the tension begging to be broken. Now both hands ran ravenously over her.