It was harder and harder. Maybe the fire in his belly was not burning as brightly as it once did. It was the fire of anger and betrayal. It had empowe...ed him before. It made no task too great, no action too repetitious that he wouldn't easily perform it, if it meant avoiding her. Now it was not so constant. And that way she looked asleep in the morning. Dana waking up was like a warm blanket in winter. The feeling was faint, but it was there. It was the feeling of wanting to climb into bed and. That fucking hurt. I took a double fistful of her hair yanked her head back put my mouth next to her ear and said to her in a menacing tone, "I have half a mind to strangle you and fuck your ass until you're crying. Why in the fuck did you claw me and make me bleed? Do you want me to rip your asshole apart? I told you that if it was uncomfortable tell me to stop. NOT TO USE YOUR FUCKING FINGERNAILS AS LITTLE KNIVES! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU WANT ME TO CHOKE THE FUCKING LIFE OUT. He was still standing there, in his full uniform. She had noticed he had removed his belt and was standing there holding it in his hands. Then she saw Stephan slowly, deliberately press the two ends together. With lightning speed he pulled his muscular arms apart, and an extremely loud explosion filled the room. Sally jumped out of her skin at the loud cracking sound, and her heart thumped rapidly inside her chest as Stephan repeated this action three or four times. Each time the leather. I asked her to keep giving me the handjob, and she smiled, saying that she’d never finished one before and that it would be her first. I was delighted. With every fifth or sixth stroke of her hand from the head of my slowly growing, engorged cock, she would take her hand away and lick the palm, wetting it with her spit before roughly sliding her tightly circled fingers back down my head and shaft. I reached down with the one hand that wasn’t squeezing those big tits and slid it underneath.