So coming to the story, my son and I had been fucking from past four months, and even after so many days and fucking so many times, we never really ta...ked about sex openly. Every night we just go to each other’s room, have sex and then come back to our room. We don’t talk much during sex. Missionary, doggy, and sometimes I riding his cock was all we had been doing. But one day when Ronald was in college, I thought to clean his room. After cleaning half of his room, I found something in the. "Jessica spat, "I'd never let you hit me again, and you can't make me leave!"James squatted down so he was nearly at her level and said, "Mark my words, you choose to stay, you're taking a beating if I have to tackle you and tie you to that goddamned tree. Only then we're going to beat you until you swear to obey or until you're fucking unconscious. Then when you're conscious again, the beating starts again."Jessica's eyes flared wide when she realized he was telling the truth. She said, "I'm. What I mean is that I usually give a girl several oral orgasms and then she will readily be asking for more.” “I see,” she said, uncrossing her arms. “So you think that I would be so impressed with your oral skills that I would not only let you fuck me, but that I might even beg for it, is that it?” Damn! She was just too direct and too confident for me to shake her. “Well, I wouldn’t expect you to beg for it but I think you’d be wanting it,” I said, almost feebly. She stood up and came. Our thoughts were for a quick shower and a restful evening but that is not what happened.Jen saw us pull up to the townhouse and sent Bob to bring us to their house. Both of them were very happy with the stair lifts and kept thanking us. After that the conversation turned to the break-in at my place and where we had been. We described the whole experience in detail and the outcome and our plan to build a new house on the ranch. Bob was concerned that I was moving away and I went on to explain.