“On the count of three he said you are gonna drop into a deep sleep. She never even heard him count down so she knew he must have messed up.“Do yo... feel relaxed” he asked. “Yes” she said, thinking how silly it was he kept asking her that.He said something else but just liked listening to him talk, it was making her really warm and happy. In fact now that she noticed she was getting quite hot in all these clothes so she decided it might be a good idea to take them off.She stood up and pulled. After I was convinced this was something she wanted to do, I told Tiffany to go ahead and text her mother that we would accept her invitation. Aside from the obvious, I happy about this for two reasons, with the first being it would get me out of the house and away from Harvey for the evening. Secondly we leaving would cement the fact that I was merely extending them a courtesy by allowing Harvey and Rebecca to stay the night, rather than giving false hopes for our renewed friendship. I'm not. Now lay on top of those hands.” Sam walked her through how he wanted her to leave her hands, as he pinned her back down to the desk. She continued to wail.“No more uncle, please. No more. I can’t handle it.” Marcia begged.Sam quickly struck her with another swing of the belt. Whack! Before she could protest again, Sam came down with a fierce one to end the punishment and to give her something to truly cry about. Crack!Uncle Sam let his adopted daughter recover. She jumped up and rubbed her. I grabbed one of the posts that made up my foot board and wiggled my ass at him. ‘What are you gonna do about it ‘Big Sexy’.’ I said coyly. He got on his knees behind me and leaned very close to my ear and whispered, ‘I’m gonna fuck you.’ I leaned back against him as he circled my waist with his arm. He lay back on his knees and made a face. ‘You okay?’ I asked. ‘Bad knees, don’t worry.’ He pulled me so that I was straddling his thighs. He reached around me and rubbed my clit with his right.