He needed a few seconds to catch his breath before he couldtell her, "Yes. That would be... wonderful. Aunt Nona."After that she administered anothe... two dozen solid blows, spaced outenough that he had to anticipate each before it landed, but close enoughtogether that he couldn't regain his composure or endure the pain witheven a modicum of self-control. Instead he was squirming and panting andoww-ing and ahh-ing and halfway through weeping like a naughty schoolgirlhaving her fanny tanned. . "Oh fuck, don't do it!" I shouted.He didn't look at me. His eyes stayed on her, and the knife over her face. But he spoke. "Ah, so you will talk, finally." She's a girl. She can't help crying." But she's not just a girl!" he said. Then he took his knife and cut her face. Down her cheek. Blood poured out. He shoved her so she fell to the floor, chair and all, with a loud crack. She screamed. He spun to me. "She not just a girl! She's a culture girl." She writhed on the floor, still screaming,. I planned a deliciously naughty way to wake him up later. I won't tell you, honey, but I think you have the idea.With my girl personality fully in control, I was so passionate, so anxious to make my darling lover happy. I wanted him to need me with all his heart. I always needed people to like me. I wanted so much to keep his affection that I absolutely devoted myself to pleasing him. That night, I exhausted my poor baby. He would not forget how loving and attentive I was to him. I wanted to be. When it rested between her legs she humped it slowly, closed her eyes, and begged, “Please, I want your cock in me.” The words made her blush. But why? She was within her rights. Dropping the hand, Sherry pushed up his shirt, pulled it over his head, and used it to mop up the few beads of water left on her torso. Then leaned into his chest and kissed each nipple before heading upstairs alone. “Close the front door before you come up, Sam. We need to consummate this marriage now, if you really.