“Then tell me what I want to know!” the commander commanded. He sounded very authoritarian. He almost casually picked up an iron spike and a hamme....“I can’t,” Béla insisted, sounding very helpless. “I don’t know anything!”“Liar!” he screamed at her. He pounded his fist against the electric switch again, flooding her body with more electricity. Béla arched and shook and screamed and came. He shut it off, again.“Talk!” he snarled at her.“No!” she spit at him, breathless and trembling. It was. "I'm getting hot again," Rhoda said. "My asshole's tender, but my twat is twitching for action." And my prick's praying for a refill," he told her. "While we're waiting, how about another drink?" Good idea. You build 'em while I turn down a bed. We can lie there and sip in comfort. Then, when that prayer's answered, we'll be in a good place to take advantage of it!"Andy went to the bar while Rhoda got the master bedroom organized. Once they were settled in, drinks on the nightstands, radio. We shouldn’t have done that.”“It wasn’t just you, Mrs. Mills. My dad talked to me, too.”“We probably should have left you two to sort things out rather than push you away. I am sorry.”“I accept your apology. But how do I help Jocelyn?”“I don’t know. Give her some time, I guess. She’s seeing Doctor Henderson again tomorrow.”“And her decision to leave West Monroe?”“She’s adamant about going to Purdue and nothing her father or I can say seems to work to dissuade her.”“When should I call. Now you know why I love it so much." She continued to pound my ass for another 10 minutes or so. Each time I would moan, she would jam it in harder and further. It hurt so good that I would moan just so she would fuck me like a slut. Finally she reached down, unlocked my device and ripped it off. My dick had become so hard in my device that when she did yank it off, I yelled in pain. "Shut up Bitch!" she said as she slapped my dick as hard as she could. At this point I thought it was.