In short, not extremely hard, but not a gentle slap either. As you might expect, the slap only stunned her more. She asked me not to be so rough with ...er, but I pulled her by her hair and said softly to her, "You begged me to use you, so I'm going to fuck you like I want to fuck you. I give the orders, not you. You asked for this." With her hair still in my hand, I dragged her to the side of the bed and ordered her to lay on the bed, with her knees on my hard floor, her face in her wet spot,. With the little money she had saved, she could always find employment. Perhaps, she could even become a governess to a well to-do family someplace far away, a town where they won’t have heard of the scandal. The hall she walked through was carpeted richly and lit with oil lamps. She glanced at the numbered doors, heard faint sounds of lovemaking and laughing behind each. One particular door elicited a loud crashing sound, followed by a moan and very male grunt of pleasure. Such noises made. The expression on her face, the way her mouth hangs half open, virtually dripping desire and her eyes beg me to push her down and take her cause my penis to throb in my pants. Playing slightly to the small web cam set up to broadcast to my computer, I resist the invitation and instead turn her head first to the left and then right as if I were inspecting property.The gesture isn't lost on Amy and a gasp escapes her pleading mouth. Possessively I let the tip of my finger run down her check, over. I smiled again because my truck has huge ground clearance. Too bad for those people in their tiny sports cars, it sucks to be them. Many of them had to drive around seeking alternate routes as the level of the water swiftly rose. I tried to go down a ramp onto the freeway but the cars were backed up and not moving.I saw a siren as a cop on a motorcycle slowly drove by and told us to get off of the ramp and seek shelter because they were closing down the freeway due to flooding. I put the truck.