He grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my head backwards. “Keep still,” he growled. I flooded with wetness at the husky sound of his voice. ...��Bastard.” He used his grip on my hair to pull my head sideways and quickly ripped my choker off with his other hand before returning it to my arm. Then he kissed my neck, devouring me and sending surges of heat through me. My legs turned weak but his grip on me held me up. I betrayed myself with a soft moan. He released his grip on my arm, still. For the first time on our holiday we were too tired to make love. Early next morning before our usual walk we made up for that, then returned to our usual daily routine.We were sitting down to lunch on the veranda when we heard, then saw, Christine and Mark driving along the track towards our cottage. That was unusual, but then we thought they’d maybe decided to deliver our few items from town to us early rather than wait for us to pick them up later. It turned out that was true, but they had a. The whole thing had been sudden, completely out of context, and a big air of mysticism surrounded their hurried departure, so I decided to explore, and made my way upstairs.The room door was ajar, at the far end of the long carpeted hallway, she was talking to Peter, asking him if he knew what daddy had done to her that morning.Peter did not, and said as much, but she undeterred, pulled her dress up waist high and showed Peter, her bruising and marking, across her white buttocks, angry red. ? They dressed me up in really sexyclothes, and I felt really cool.? I could distract Ron by sucking hiscock, while they got the smoothie mix back.? Well, that was the plan,anyway.? We all piled in Val's car and headed over to the college.The fraternity house was closed and locked.? The remnants of theweekend's party were still scattered around- wrappers and beer bottlesand such.? I went up the steps and knocked on the front door.? Thegirls were in the car, watching me to see what happened.?I.