. disappointed.”“Disappointed?”It was the first thing I’d said since I started crying, and my voice had a slight croak to it.“I mean, I know...you try, but it’s sort of a fantasy of mine, to be woken up by someone stroking my cock...”Fantasy. My brother’s fantasy. Stroke, stroke. Stroking his cock.“I was just disappointed, because ... well, in the fantasy, the girl is always wearing lingerie. You know, a sexy bra, black lacy panties.”Without even thinking about it, I glanced down to my own. A year before my father-in-law's death I had been moved by my employer to a city in the North of England. About six months after his funeral I was invited to attend a week-long symposium back in Susie's home town, and rather stay in a hotel I stayed with Mum. Susie could not join me as she could not get the time off work, and was also five months pregnant with our first child.My mother-in-law was approaching her sixtieth birthday, but despite her white hair, she was still a very attractive. And that I was there to see him if he could give me a few minutes. I told the waitress I wanted my usual, and Carl and I walked out into the parking lot.“Carl, I need to let you in on a few things. Now this is not a threat, but I have actually been in communication with some of the Pitbull leadership for some time now. And I had a talk with one that you have to keep between you and me.”He looked right into my eyes, and nodded. “First a question, do you actively go after them? I mean, are they. She knew immediately that she had fucked up, and stood there stoically as I worked that little button hard, until she finally lost it and came for me, yet again.Pain sluts should never try to avoid pain with me.It's like teasing a rabid dog and thinking it won't bite you.I always bite.I left her to shower in peace, and after drying off I went out front to make some coffee. I was sitting and drinking a cup when Holly came out and took the cup, took a sip, grimaced, took another sip and gave it.