I swiftly, roughly, and lustily remove my jacket and pull you as close as your swollen womb will allow. You pull away and push down the high band of y...ur jeans and sashay that cute little ass into our bedroom. “When you are ready Captain,” I hear softly and tenderly and eagerly as you serenely glide in and shut the door behind you. Taking my time as much as I can, I walk into the kitchen, pour myself a finger of whiskey and down it straight. Looking at the bottle I see you wrote a note, “One my. Show me your ass-hole, you bloody bitch!” She enjoyed this type of conversation. I told her to lean on the bed and I came on my knees. I raised one of her hands and kept my strong penis in her armpit and lowered her hand. I told her to keep her arms closed tightly.I started fucking her arm pit. She held her arm tight. My thigh was brushing against her breasts. With one hand she started playing with my balls. It was different from fucking her pussy. Since there was no lubrication, I attained my. To say I was overwhelmed would be an understatement. She was tall, perhaps five feet nine or ten. Her figure was superb except that she looked a little top heavy since she had large full breasts. From her narrow waist her hips broadened out gently and below were long shapely legs. There sprang to mind a picture of a Greek goddess I had once seen, and this thought was enhanced by the classic beauty of her face. Her chestnut coloured hair tumbled in seemingly careless abandon to cascade over her. She nibbled her sandwich. “Don’t you dare touch me.”“Wouldn’t cross my mind.” Terry hid a fresh sneer.My daughter stood back to the far wall.“You don’t have to say anything.” The liar promised. “I won’t.”Stace despised being afraid of the man, but hours had passed since his forced entry. Her fear had ebbed at the lack of further provocation.Stace took a large bite of hers, to prove she wasn’t afraid of him. Without peanut butter, it was a lousy sandwich.The silence bothered her. She wanted to.