We need to get going; we'll return around four o'clock to pick you up. Trisha, try and have a good time, okay?"I hug both of them and reply, "I'll try... good-bye"I then sat on the porch swing while Grampa told them goodbye.He then joins me on the swing. We watch the car drive out of sight.Grampa then looks over at me, smiles, winks, and says, "I don't know about you, but I hate housework."I pout, glare at him in anger, and shout, "You're not the only one; it isn't my idea to come help you. "Lavon...this linerie cost me sixty five dollars...." she whispered. "I did not give you permission to speak! You will only speak when i tell you to!" He growled at her. Sarah panted softly as she felt him lightly trace his fingers up and down her inner thigh. She felt her juices come out of her and she turned her head, embarrassed. She felt his finger lightly touch her slit and she cried out at the new sensation. "look at me." he said. She looked at him and her eyes widened as she watched him. I got dressed and walked out of the locker room. The gym looked deserted, only the lights over the front desk were still on. I found the stair case that lead up to her apartment. It was a straight staircase of about twenty five steps. I realized that there must be a second floor to this building. The apartment was situated over the gym, which had fifteen foot ceilings; thus the length of the staircase. I reached the top of the stairs. I found myself on a small landing; the door to the apartment. Thor gave him a quick nod, as if to say, 'She likes it. Give it to her. She can take it.'"Don't stop," Martina gasped. "C'mon, harder!"John was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He wasn't adverse to S&M. On the contrary, he enjoyed being a Dom. But not in public."Oh, shit," Martina bleated as he pinched her left nipple again."Harder... do it harder!" Like this, baby?" he asked."No! Harder, you bastard!He pinched harder."No! Fuck! Rip them off of me!" Hey... wait," he said harshly, "I don't want.