I told him I wanted to surprise you, and he gave me his credit card to redecorate your room. I think I like the change, how about you?” I glared at ...im with so much hatred. “Richard, let me the fuck out of here!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I screamed in agony as I was paddled again. “Aren’t you glad your dad sound proofed the room so he didn’t have to deal with your noise?” He walked towards the wall, and ran his hands over the toys he had lined up on the wall. There were saddles, vibrators,. They got tired of this game and move around. I can hear them, but, my head buried in the pillow, I can't see them.I catch my breath. I recover some of my composure. I wait for instructions. My back is on fire.I feel someone at my rear. A hand touches me, I am dry. An erect penis touches me, and forces itself into me. My vagina responds slowly, but respond it does. I begin to get wet. He thrusts and thrusts harder; he comes into me, and slips out. A second shaft enters, thrusts, thrusts, comes,. I didnt move though. My heart was beating rapidly, my hands were clammy, I couldnt believe that it was happening and that it was okay. I wrestled between taking up his offer and letting it pass, wondering if it was truly a phase but his body drew me in. He sat hunched over, his hands resting on his knees, waiting for me to make a move and even looked down to his cock and then over to me as if telling me to get to work. I finally took a deep breath and walked over and as I did he stood up and. Her hand crept across her flat stomach and eased underneath her panties. Her fingertips caressed the close cropped rectangle of hair she’d trimmed just yesterday in anticipation of this past evening. When her finger tapped her clit, she felt a tingle and closed her eyes. “Mmmm,” she moaned to herself. Her finger descended and parted her lips. She was wet, remembering how Greg’s finger felt as it slid into her. Her other hand cradled her breast, squeezing and teasing her hardening nipple. She.