Running my talon red nails through my hair one for one last tousle, ensuring I maintained my fuck me look, I stepped out of the car as my steel spiked...high heels clipped on the dry pavement. Hubby had a perfect view of my underwear being clung to by the skintight dress, as I began smoothing my tight dress over my underwear and stockings. With a deliberate sway of my hips I turned my back on my husband and walked provocatively toward the entrance, hearing the wheels of our car spin as hubby. You weren't that sheltered when you were coming up that you should have totally gone ballistic like you have over the past couple months. You will commute to class everyday and you will be home at a decent hour every night! We're not asking this, we're telling you! It's time for you to grow up!"Leah's facial expression was that of complete horror. She wanted to completely go crazy and scream and have a tantrum, but the words we were saying were still new in her head and kind of foreign.Jocelyn. She's listening, trying to work out who she'll serve. How many she will serve. He slowly walks around her, admiring her body, planning what he will do to her -- and in what order. He starts with her face: a stinging slap that throws her to the ground. She cries out in pain and he grimaces as he has to lean over and haul her back onto her knees by her hair. Still gripping her hair, he hits her again. She tries to muffle her cry. Hot tears are soaking through her blindfold, darkening the soft. I opened my eyes to see her head on the pillow her eyes looking deeply into mine. Paul, I think Im pregnant. The rest of that Sunday passed in a blur, Chris, Paul and I went into Lancaster and spent the morning idling in Williamson park, we got back to find Lissa preparing lunch. Chris and Paul fucked a couple of times in the afternoon and then somehow we arrived back home. Monday morning Chris was even more certain that she was pregnant, she said she could feel her body changing. A week later.