We struck up conversation throughout the meal. When we had finished eating and just sat around chatting I put my arm around her and could feel the del...cious swell of one of her breast. She didn’t seem to mind and she cuddled a little nearer me. I then moved my hand under the table onto her leg and gradually worked my way up her thighs to her cunt. I began to rub her and push my hand against her cunt and she responded by opening her legs a little wider and pushing back against my hand. Nobody. I knelt down next to the bench and told him as much. I had a hard time reading his eyes. There was an element of fear following the hairbrush incident, but there was also an element of doubt as I don't think that he felt that I had the balls for torture. How wrong he was.I decided that this lesson needed to be permanent, and for that I needed tools. I headed into the garage to gather what I needed. I returned and very deliberately placed what I had brought in Frank's line of vision. I had seen. My cock was as solid as it could be she slipped off her t-shirt and eased on top of me. I could feel her breasts brushing against my chest.I felt the warmth of her moist vulva as she rubbed against my cock.I so wanted to be inside her, I moved so that I could slip in to her warmth, 'not yet' she whispered,yet still rubbed her cunny against my cock, I felt my foreskin straining, the head trying to get out of the tight ring that contained it. She eased herself back enough to slip her hand between. She screamed in pain. Once up there, the door slammed shaking the whole house. I heard loud, painful, harsh slapping for a good ten minutes with her screaming and complete silence from him. I then began to hear the familiar sounds of skin slapping. He was fucking her now. I couldn't tell if she was wailing in pain or pleasure... But I stayed on my knees too terrified to move. After hearing him fuck her non-stop, shaking the house while doing it for a good 40 minutes... Silence. I heard the.