If she ignored or looked beyond her husband, she saw the piano which in a happier age she herself had played sometimes while her little daughter Ellen...danced. These last weeks Ellen seemed to have matured over night and, in fact, was becoming rather wild, even unmanageable. Just as Cynthia was not at the piano, Ellen was not to be seen in the living room. They did manage to keep the girl in the house, but Ellen spent the time in her room, or in the basement, or anywhere but in the scene of this. ..”I was rudely interrupted.“Fun? FUN? I got dragged all the way up here on a Friday night so that bloody Twin of mine could soak himself in a hot bath at the taxpayers expense until he looked like a prune, and then repeatedly shag some nymphomaniac trollop – the one that you introduced him to, by the way – at all hours of the day and night, and all I get is to be repeatedly used as a sex object by some raving transvestite with a skirt hanging up in his wardrobe! You wouldn’t believe how little. "Stop that crying bitch!" Mr B grabbed the cane and whipped the girl. Whipped her with all his pentup fury. Emma screamed and writhed as the blows rained down on her. The strokesacross her breasts were the most intense pain of her life. Mr B stopped after a minute, panting. He threw a bikini at her and uncuffedher. "Get dressed you brazen whore," he whispered nastily. He watched the girl quickly dress, blushing at his blatant leering. She wasashamed, sore, and aroused all at the same time. Her. As they kissed, his fingers slid deep into Gill, the warm wetness of her coating his hand. Gill ground her mound deliberately against him, her clitoris scraping the point of his knee and she felt her whole body come alive again. Easing his fingers from her, Steve presented them to her and Gill hesitated for just a fraction, before accepting them into her mouth and tasting herself. Gill had never really tasted herself much, sex with Martin has been reasonably satisfactory but they certainly.