I held myself there for a few moments as I basked in the afterglow. Suddenly, the intense workout and furious sex sessions overwhelmed me and I sagge... on top of Sandra. Her mouth was next to my ear and I could hear her panting. We laid like that for a long while before I summoned the energy to roll over. Sandra groaned and curled against my side. “Please stay the night,” she whispered into my chest. I wrapped my arm around her, “I’d like that.” And I really meant. “Only good girls get fed,” Patrick said, “Now get on the floor.” Still reeling, but unnerved by the edge in her father's voice that used to terrify her as a child, she obeyed and got down on her hands and knees on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor. Patrick sat down at the kitchen table and began eating his food. He could feel Violet's eyes bearing into him, but he took satisfaction in knowing that the worst punishment he could give her was to ignore her, as he had done for most of her life.. "You've become a very naughty girl, and all because you wrote a poem of hidden desires. If you let me, I will teach you everything I can on such matters." Her voice whispered near my ear, filled with so many promises. I couldn't refuse, I was going to finally learn something that mattered in being happy. With a nod of my head, we got to it. She began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly exposing her creamy skin as well as the black contrast of her lacy bra. Her high "C" breasts fell from her shirt as. “Now take off your pants, and I’ll give you a nice blow job, ok?” I complied, and lay on my back on the bed.“Don’t mess up my hair.” Naomi warned me before she started. How could the beautiful eyes looking at me as she teased me to a massive orgasm look at other men the same way? How could such a sweet woman be so cruel?The evening went along essentially like the previous one. Naomi had put on a semi transparent light black silk shirt that knotted below her breasts. Her tits weren’t quite.