She ran laughing, barefoot, vaulting up the stairs to the hall, out through the Clayton kitchen, out the kitchen door, across the lawn toward Brian's ...ar. Our car, she called it, my car she said, and fuck you, Brian, I hope your cock hurts where I bit it, I hope there's blood on your pants!She tore open the car door and reached under the driver's seat for the emergency key. She snatched it out and had started the car when Brian burst out the kitchen door.She let him get halfway to the car. Jon lovesto beat me and I am often made to kneel or stand in one position unfetteredwhilst he administers correction with a whip, a flogger or a cane. My buttexplodes with pain as some days he uses a very solid paddle on my fleshy globesor even somedays he beats my breasts with that sameunflinching paddle. He always beats me till I scream and he likes to see genuinetears as I suffer for him.He has aspecial technique to beating me? one that really hurts. I am made towear a pair of black knickers. Squeeze, roll, squeeze, pull. Again and again. Over and over.Biting my lower lip, then tracing the edge slowly, slowly, with my tongue, telling Charlene, “That orgasm was fast and intense. My favourite kind!! Want me to continue? Yes? Where was I? Oh yeah…”Henry, still thrusting with all his might. In and out. Not letting up. Grunting. Faster. Deeper he goes. Showing no signs of slowing down.My inner muscles relaxed, pliable. Henry thrusts getting even deeper. My blood still racing, my skin. I then gathered all my courage and then got up and kissed her lips. She also responded but not what i expected. It was a low response. I backed out and said “your lips taste so good” and held her by her shoulder. She smiled and then she took me in her arms and smooched me for a long time. I was enjoying like anything. After that she said “I know you liked me and wanted me”. I was wondering how girls come 2 know all this?? She then removed my t-shirt and started kissing me on my chest. I was.