It had been three days since she had knocked on Felicia's front door, three days of discovering herself and her desires. At first, she had been over c...me with shock, then shock gave way to disbelief, and the night before disbelief had been displaced by her own passions.Without the drug, she had become the temptress, flaunting herself at Felicia and her handsome brother, Craig. After dinner, she had ended up in bed with them both for one of the most fantastic fucks of her life. Except for the. I watch her stand up, take a few steps away from the bed and turn round to face me. She blushes as she looks down and slips her thumbs between her skin and the waistband of her pajama shorts and she slowly pushes them down to her knees. She lets the shorts drop to the floor and steps out of them, leaving her stood there in front of me in just her pajama top and her black panties. She looks at me, captivated by the sheer beauty of what is happening, and then looks down at her panties. She grabs. ‘Let’s get that dress off you and then we’ll see about fingering you some more.’ Lauren narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips in mock outrage. She crawled off Ian’s body and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off herself. It was then Ian finally got a good look at her. Lauren stood up straight and her intelligent green eyes stared seductively down on him. Her breasts were large and rounded, at least a good handful; and were topped by small pink nipples that stood erect from her chest. Lauren’s. Great sex, too. But as good as it felt, it had been so weirdly unsatisfying.I thought about the first time we were together. Her pleading. Her tears. Her pain.I felt a hollow pit in my stomach as I thought about what was missing. It was so obvious.I'd somehow convinced myself that all the stuff I'd been doing to her; the hair pulling, and lip-biting, the insults and commands, that it was all for her. To hurther. To make her suffer.I felt my slightly aching cock stiffen yet again as I remembered.