"Bitch, look up at me. There is only one way you’re going to learn how to take the rest of it. Concentrate, coz this time you will take all of it."I...felt him apply pressure again on my head, as he slid his cock down my throat again, faster this time and with less patience. He pressed on, into my esophagus. My windpipe blocked again and when it did, he took his hand from the base of his cock and positioned it underneath my jaw on my neck, so he had a good grip on me, and then pushed on harder.. He stepped into a maelstrom.He was almost bowled over by the force of the gale outside. He struggled to step forward, his singlet flapping furiously against his chin. But there was another force of nature outside that almost brought him to his knees. Just ahead was the beauty and earthy voluptuousness of his night visitor.She was a tall and full figured woman very elaborately attired in a full length gray dress that was supposed to hide her curves though the winds molded the light fabric to her. Karen laughed again. "There's never going to be a dull moment, is there?" Possibly not, but it should be fun. Speaking of which, what would you like to do when we finish up?" I want to go dancing again." Fortune cookie?"She cracked it, put one piece in her mouth and threw the rest into the bag."It says, 'You may have a future with a man who can dance.'" Does it really say that?" Would I lie?" Her tone was ironic, yet flirtatious.I smiled."Everyone lies."So we talked about people lying, and. ‘What is it Bethan honey,’ said my mother.At this I turned to face them to reveal tomato soup all down my silk tank top and skirt. My parents stood in outraged silence; I knew my father was furious since he had talked to her only a week before about respecting your own possessions. My mother was full of rage too, and so grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to our pouf. My mother forced me to my knees and pulled the silk top off me. I was there on my knees in the cold with only a bra on my.