We normally kept the spare room door closed. The picture was visible from the doorway if it was open.’ ‘Karen,’ I said, easily, ‘can you hear...me?’ ‘Yes,’ she mumbled. ‘I want you to walk with me to the spare bedroom. You can walk. But you will not awaken. Do you understand?’ I asked. ‘I understand.’ ‘Come with me, then,’ I directed. We walked to the spare bedroom and I opened the door. ‘Do you see the picture with the sailboats?’ I asked her? ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Good,’ I began. ‘Whenever. When Smithy reached around and rubbed my clit and Paul tweaked my nipples I came in a shuddering roar. "Oh fuck yeah" I cried "Fuck me like a slut, fuck your little slut" Paul pulled his shirt off as I licked and sucked his meat. Paul's cockwas sensational and it was the perfect size for what I had planned next. After a short while I had the feeling that Smithy wasn't going to last much longer. I needed to complete the session by having both my pussy and arse filled with cock. "Lie down" I said. As his actions became increasingly aggressive and rougher on her, the cries and plea’s also got louder and more frightened. She was wailing and crying out at his slaps and force. Practically yelling at him to stop, don’t hurt me, and several other comments that seemed to fuel the fire they were building. Spinning her against the wall he started to slap her ass, demanding she doesn’t move and give him what he wants.“Don’t want to hurt you slut, but I will if you fight me,” sprang from his mouth. "I'm glad that's all settled then.What say I buy you two lunch?" There was no need to ask Sam twice, at themention of food he was off and running. "Say Joan, I owe you a steak dinner," Sam said remembering his smash overthe center field wall yesterday. Had that just been yesterday? "Just let me know when and I'm there," I replied. Aunt Mel smiled at oureasy banter. When asked for a suggested eatery, Sam was determined to gethis sausage sandwich. We sat at one of the open tables facing.