I won’t let you control me. Just go home.”“We’ll see what your father says!” she said, storming out and slamming the door behind her.“Oh m... God!” Joyce exclaimed. “Did I just see and hear that?”“I told you before she was nuts, Joyce. She’s called most of the girls I know sluts to their face if they’ve come to my house. That’s why I don’t invite them over very often. This all started when I was fourteen and decided that I couldn’t live with the kind of control she wanted to exert. Fortunately,. Grandmother isn’t going to send us to some run-down shack on the trashy side of town.”“True,” Yan said. “Wherever we’re going, it’s going to be nice ... opulent ... decadently comfortable.”“Yeah, I know ... how’s is this going to work, though? When will we get to just stay somewhere, be seen in public, go home even?”“Dad assures me everyone is working to make that happen,” Jason said. “I’m sure your father is as well...”“We didn’t talk about it when I called him yesterday,” Donna said. “I’m. I gave her a smack on the ass and told her "good girl" as I went back to rubbing her pussy.The feel of her swollen moist lips was incredible as I ran my finger up and down her slit. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter and I inserted one finger into her waiting hole. She whimpered and squirmed but a quick grab of her hip brought her back into compliance.Seeing her completely helpless and completely under my control had me turned on like never before. I had to taste her glistening perfect. It spoke of a woman being orally satisfied after having denied pleasure for a long time. I wanted to relive the touchy, electrical sensation I just experienced. In order to create movement, I changed pages and touched the back of her palm very lightly. The feeling was again very sensual and sent shivers through my whole body.All of a sudden, she put the sharp heel of her boot in my shin, creating another high and places it there to rest on my leg. She then lifted her left hand away from mine.