I make my way to my chair and let all of our sexy texts run through my head. I know her likes and her hard limits. "Come help me get a few logs."We wa...k behind the shed, where the wood is stored, and I push her against the wall with my hand on her throat. I feel my cock get hard under my basketball shorts. I run my tongue down her neck and chest to her tits. I take another nipple in my mouth and bite down. I can hear her hiss at the sensation."We shouldn't be doing this here." Her whisper is. In between her verbal cussing, I heard her inner voice, Luckily that day she was in her 'cleaning outfit', which was an old tracksuit with an elasticated waistband, so I was able to lower her pants with one hand quite easily. Her knickers were a little more awkward but I finally slid them and her pad down far enough to bare her bottom. Up until then her struggles had been difficult to control and she'd kept up a torrent of verbal abuse. Now she lay still as if waiting for the spanking. I. I saw her cheeks go red as she had now noticed that my cock was growing and getting harder. She said in a weak voice“im just going to feel for the top of your hip” she ran her hand slowly up my thigh, luckily for me my nearly fully erect member was being held against my leg by my boxers. She went behind the protective screen and a few buzzes and beeps later she came back out. She now said I had to lay on my back. As I did I noticed she looked straight down. She realised how noticeable her. ”“That implies that most of the people in your study started an incestuous relationship while they were in their late teens then stopped when somebody flew from the nest.”“That’s it exactly,” she agreed, “most of my subjects started screwing their sibling when they were between 16 and 18 then stopped when one of them left the house. I wrote that in there somewhere.”I said goodbye then left her sitting in the cafe booth and went back to my little flat, taking her rough draft with me. I spent the.