" Well...," I continued, body still bare and glistening a little from beads of sweat, the result of a feeling of longing I was having, almost wanting ...he massive crowd to overtake me, "....the Rose Skulls seem to be at a loss. You are a bunch of gay guys...."Interrupted again, "Oh, we're not gay. No no no. Gay would be way too easy. We are just loyal to our brothers and vengeful when one of them is brought to shame. But we are also violent. We see no difference between you or some bitch.. We came back when I thought Blake had calmed down a bit and was in better frame of mind for some very serious discussion. Those talks went well and I really thought we were getting somewhere. Then just yesterday morning he came back home from his night shift in a terrible rage about something - and he wasn’t even drunk. He started smashing things up all over the house so I just grabbed Vanessa and went and hid out in the garden shed. We were still just in our nighties because we were both. I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around. “Lift up your nightdress my girl” I demanded and as she did I gave her half a dozen hard spanks on each bottom cheek, being rewarded with a groan or a gasp after each one. She didn’t resist, just as David hadn’t resisted, and I knew my position of authority was enforced. “Let that be a lesson. I will be very strict with you, so expect to be spanked regularly. Understood?” I said smartly but with the edge of a smile. Betty smiled back, and. ” I told her. We had been at it for over two hours, and I was just getting plain too tired to keep going. With a glance at the clock, she resumed sucking as hard as she could. Not quite what I planned. I figured she would want me to eat her out again, or put her legs over my shoulders and go to town, but she had other ideas. After about two minutes, she glanced at the clock again and straddled me one more time, burying my cock deep between her legs. Throwing her head back and moaning.