The taste was the same, the noises were too. The fingers were Lana’s fingers stroking through my hair. And it was in that moment that I got it, that...I understood what Sophie had said, one woman in two parts. The realization was all I needed to abandon myself to her pleasure, whichever of the two parts I was loving. With renewed liberation I sucked and licked, squeezed her clitoris and drank her sweet moisture. ‘Sophie,’ I have no idea who said this, ‘fetch the bag.’ I looked up and watched as. ." Enough from the peanut gallery," he mock-growled in reply. Another voice called out, "If Jessie's a peanut, I'd hate to see your idea of a coconut." Rob threw up his hands in disgust to general laughter."I'm sure you all get the point. You need me for anything, sing out. I will gladly answer to Rob."Not to be outdone, Brenda called out in a singsong voice, "Oh, Ro-ob..." Rob gave her a disgusted look, while she gave him a gamin grin, displaying dimples he didn't know she had. She was also. Tears rolled down her cheeks, making wet stains on his white shirt as she continued, I wasnt worthy of being your wife, Harold. I wasnt worthy of being anyones wife, really. But you saw something in me that even I didnt know was there, you saw someone to love. Back at that warehouse, at first, I thought it was a punishment you were giving me. I thought that being forced to fuck all of those fat, blubbery men was some cruel justice you wanted to hurt me with. I hated you for that, Harold. At. His attitude infuriates her to the point that she wants to strike him with her fist but she realizes he is far stronger and would not hesitate to pull her across his knee and assault her dignity with a bottom spanking that would redden her skin and probably make her a lot more docile. She cannot stop her actions and soon finds herself in that very position pleading for mercy and promising to behave if only the good Captain would desist from her punishment. After some self-pitying tears and.