After what felt like hours of tossing and turning I finally fell into a deep sleep. I awoke quite late in the morning with presumably the same hard-on...I went to sleep with. Sarah had featured very heavily in my dreams and I was beginning to wonder how I was going to get through the day with a perpetual erection. Fortunately a cool shower and a trip to the toilet eased some of the pressure and I was able to function as a human being for a while. I busied myself by getting some chores done around. I made him lose control for a split second as he didn't realize I was fucking him instead of him fucking me lol. Then he spanked me hard and wrapped my long hair around his hand and said what the fuck do you think your doing. Your not allowed to fuck me. Did I say you can fuck me. I didn't think so. He slowed me down. Spanked me some more for trying to fuck him and every time I tried to bounce and extra time or two I got punished again. But what he didn't know was he was going to get punished. It’s hard to look deep into myself and see things that I really don’t like. And to try to understand why I am the way I am. I guess you’ve done that for years.”“I have. It’s one of the reasons I’ve kept the journal all these years.”“I started one. Doctor Mercer asked me to do that after Thanksgiving when you broke me out of that trance I was in. I’d so convinced myself that I was an evil person who I didn’t want to live, but I couldn’t kill myself so I just kind of went through the. She did not want a sexy favour that was as casual as had been those he had slung to people he had not cared a copper coin’s curse for but it made her sad to think that she might not get a kiss. Was it an unreasonable question? If he had not come away from a hunting party to take a favour, he had certainly left other events to do so. She looked sidelong through her lashes and the eye-veil of her hat at her tall lean husband with his lovely long limbs and his beautiful slanted eyes, sitting.