Seven! Eight! Nine! Her struggle to break free had changed to that of acceptance, the sound of my hand slapping flesh reverberated through the bedroom... She rubbed herself on the bulge hidden by my slacks. Ten! Eleven! Twelve!She cried out more in pleasure than pain as she bounced on my lap. The last smack was the hardest one and her body shuddered. I kept my hand on her cheek, The heat radiated from her skin as I began gently rubbing the reddish handprint. Mary was soon moaning in pleasure as. They are somewhere. See where they are for yourself” he said taking another sip from his glass.I didn’t know where to start, but knew he wasn’t in any position to search himself, so i looked around the room on tables and what not. I made my way to the next room and saw that it was his bed room. I walked over to the table at the other end, past his bed, to see if he put the keys there.I heard a slam and looked back to see uncle Sharma standing at the door… and the door was closed!“Uncle”, I. " Oh, Man, I gettin hard again watchin her move and her rubbin her hands on that perfect bod. When she frist came in and Dad started in on her I was instantly hard, but it sure went away with that lecture about hurtin her, Shit, I feel bad about gettin so carried away, beatin her ass and fuckin her so hard. Now I just want to hug and hold her, Shit and then Fuck her again" God Dam, Maybe the Bitch was right, this is goin ta be hot, but I sure miss makin her do whatever the fuck I wanted, like I. ’ Stacey ordered as she looked around for an escape route from the mushrooming debris cloud. ‘On it.’ Despite his fright, Paul was reacting well to the situation. He did as he was told, sealing the hold off and beginning to pump fuel from the leaking tank into one of the sound ones. ‘Sergeant, we have our hands full. Can you get in touch with Station Six and tell them we need to dock to make emergency repairs?’ ‘I’m on it too Stacey.’ ‘Sorry to have to ask.’ She threw a grin over her shoulder..