Yes, I was nervous to ask, but I needed more. He handed me his number and said, “any time.” We set up a time a few days later and with nervous exc...tement, I met him at his place. Eric let me in and offered to give me a massage. I took my shirt off and layed on his couch. I was hard before he even touched me. Feeling his back hands on me, I was more confident than ever that this is what I wanted, maybe even needed. I ask him if we could go to his bedroom.We walked into his room in silence. Eric. When she opened her eyes she was back at the beach with her family, their eyes aglow watching the phantom skiff appear from the fog and head for shore again. Brandi was filled with dread mixed with expectations of another night filled with orgasms. Could she stop it? Did she want to stop it? What could be done? How could she escape this curse? If that's what it is. She tried to think it through. Something about the figurehead. Where this all started. There's something about the smiling woman on. She groaned out loud. She had been reduced to the level of an inarticulate, chained animal, left alone in the house like a neglected pet. A pet who was expected to do the housework as well. And she was going to do it. There was no doubt about that. All right, god damn it, she thought to herself. The bottle of laundry detergent was sitting on top of the dryer and Marie found that by tilting to the right and leaning down she was able to grasp and unscrew the cap. She placed it. "Too bad."He slashed the whip across her face.Sister Mary Katherine's head snapped back again from the stinging face of that attack. Then another blow smashed across her right tit, leaving a long red mark down to her nipple. The nun let out another sharp cry, looking down to see if he had peeled any flesh from her body with that last blow.Jack stared up at her, licking his lips. The twisting, tortured body in front of him aroused him more and more. He moved closer to Sister Mary Katherine."Like.