Was it the power he held over her that so thrilled him he did not know. He watched as she tried to cover herself with a hand between her legs, softly ...upping her wet and bruised cunt. He liked that word CUNT he thought perfect. He had wanted to try something with her in the bathroom but maybe it would have to wait, he had to deal with this blood engorged cock. He turned from her and went towards the desk, reaching into the top drawer he took out a pair of handcuffs. He turned back towards her. “You were going to show me how hard your fourth year maths is” I added. I cursed myself that I did not say ‘You were going to show me how hard it is’ but I could not bring myself to say something like that. Those words had become something else in my head that it was impossible to remove. “Sure, why not” Justin said as if it was nothing. Damn it, it was not nothing. I convinced myself that I had gotten it all wrong. I was beginning to feel rather silly.I was inside Justin’s house. I had never. If she pleased him, he would please her. Otherwise, she would be punished and perhaps even denied her release. She looked to his eye for signs of his instruction, and wondered if responsibility had made him forgetful and he would not punish her for her disobedience, but he reached back to the drawer and came out with his strap. He lay it next to her without a word, and Anna cringed as a release of moisture left her pussy in a tingle of electricity. She held a love/hate relationship with his. Warren put down his pen and looked up at her. "You really shouldn'ttake dreams literally in some of the details you've related to me," hesaid."I know that," she said, "but the image is just so hard for me to shake." Jenny intense dreams like you have told me about are very common inpregnant women. And in relation to what you have told me about this one,I don't think that it should be understood as some sort of warning fromyourself or a desire you think you developing now that you have.