Want to know what I call them?”I don’t want to know, but my cold mind nods yes.“‘brutal’, ‘agony’, and ‘death’. You just experienced...the one called ‘playful.’ Do you understand?”I frantically nod my head.“There are three rules. You already know the first one. The other two have the same penalty.”“No words. No biting. Don’t attack my face.”“You can fight. Hell, I want you to fight! If you manage to hold me off, I’ll even leave you alone for a full day.”She drops me to the floor and leaves before. I stepped up beside Kat and said, “What’s the problem?” I could clearly see that the key would not turn but felt I needed to say something.Kat moved aside a bit as I approached and said, “I can’t turn the key, I hope it is not frozen!” and she dropped her hand to give me access and the back of her hand bumped against my erection.I jumped back a bit and grabbed for the key hoping she had not noticed my excitement. I pulled hard on the knob and tried turning the key and it turned easily locking. Especially not his punk kid of a brother! Maybe he'd tell Fran tonight that she'd be getting rid of Morgan. Let the kid go stay with Mom and Dad - God knows they deserve each other!Then maybe I'll have a little peace at home, he thought, reminding himself that it would be very pleasant indeed if, for example, while Jeanie was asleep he and Fran could go at it in the living room right on the sofa. They used to do this some years before, but it was impossible now due to the presence of his. Tensing every sinew of her body, she pushed her hips towards me, and as she did so I took the opportunity for revenge. Removing one of my now well-lubricated fingers from her vagina, I rammed it as hard as I could into her anus, sending her into squeals of delight and yelps of pain, as she continued to thrust on me. Finally, Megan subsided and slumped across her workstation, panting for breath. “You are going to pay for that,” she said in a rasp voice, as I slowly pulled my fingers from her. .