It would anchor her to one place, instead of letting her have the freedom she was currently enjoying.So instead of taking that step, she put her hands...on his shoulders and pushed, sitting up, flexing her thighs until she rose enough to look down and see the long tube of hot flesh that was, to her mind, causing all these problems. Her teenaged mind decided to tame this thing by sitting on it, and by accident, as she settled on it to trap it, her slippery vulva split, sliding on either side of. He loved the sexual content but now he had to contend with what the author’s message really was about. Now he understood. He understood that he had started an avalanche of feelings that was about to rush down towards the depths of despair and he was caught up in it because he had asked for it.Jim placed a cover over the meals as his wife held his hand and cuddled up against his arm at every opportunity. It was as if she had taken some love drug that made her so affectionate that all she could. Her head is restrained but shenods."Remember that girl, anytime you don't do as you're told, you may be bentover the bar for more education. Do you understand?" Yeah." Not too respectful. Try 'Yes master, I understand'." Uh hunh."Crack! A whip across the ass. A scream."Well?" Yes master, I understand."I'll put her in bed now, give her some time to think. I need to jack off."Come girl, bed!" Oh please, don't hurt me." Shut up! Bed!"Stretch her to the bed corners, on her back, still wearing. An excuse ... something that I could look at to allay my moral objections.I centered the piece of paper on the front of my desk. I placed the pen neatly next to it. I then rotated it so that it would be right side up for someone on the other side of the desk.I sat back in my chair and waited.I often sat in my chair like this ... with nothing to do. Jim called it brooding. I called it being miserable and bored.But today wasn't like the other days ... today I wasn't just sitting around ....