She was in there by herself a long time, and she had tears in her eyes when I found her." I don't know what to think, Mark," she told him. "You had it...right before. I don't want to stop being angry at her. I can never forget all the bad stuff." She saw Mark about to speak and cut him off. "Yeah, I know. Even if I can't forget, I should forgive. Do you have any idea how hard that is?" No, I don't know personally," he answered, "but I can see how hard it is for you." With that, he pulled her into. If we had been characters in one of those bodice-ripping historical romance stories I’d had a thing for when I was about sixteen, he would have taken me roughly into his arms and kissed me senseless – as it was, he just stood there, and repeated, ‘What should I stay for?’ This was it, the make-or-break moment. And my desire for him pulsed through me so strongly that I could barely think straight. How the hell had I gone twelve years without realising how sexy he was? Not in a male-model way,. I want to hear you beg me. “ WHAP! Again the cane slapped, and again, I couldn’t contain my shrieks of pain. I begged and pleaded. The oil made it burn worse. I heard him chuckle and he finished off with 14…then the hardest blow yet…He said, “That’s, for MY pleasure.” He helped me to my feet and told me to kneel. I knelt down on the floor and he lifted my face. He held out the rod and told me to kiss it. My face was tear streaked and my hair clung in wet tendrils to my face. I kissed the rod. She turned her head sideways to avoid his face, a kiss or any tender touch. Karl drew his cock backward and drove in again and again. He set his own rhythm and pleasured his cock without regard for her feelings. His knob swelled, his toes, legs and groin prickled as his pleasure approached. He jetted with a roar. Withdrawing his rod, Karl climbed up her body, pried open her mouth and rammed his softening meat into her mouth. She sucked and cleaned it. Karl lay sideways next to a likewise.