She reached to the cupboard and pulled out two mugs and two pots of tea bags, one normal and the other decaf. It was too late for her to have normal w...thout it keeping her up until the small hours but she knew Paul was still awake somewhere in the house although she wasn't 100% sure where. As the kettle started it's rumbling crescendo she sighed and relaxed, leaning against the worktop. She was already changed for bed in a strappy cotton top and matching trousers. Her head hung to one side, her. Tracy is wincing from the rigid grip I have on her wrists and the sting of my spanking." Answer me now!" I fume. " YES! Yes, we get what we deserve," She whimpers.Suddenly Tracy feels the head of my cock against her soaked pussy. Her stomach flips. " Oh, fuck me... Please FUCK ME ROUGH and HARD." She pleads. " HARD and Rough, Baby; fuck me HARD!" She screams. Too late she realizes the last part sounded like an order not a request. " Hmmm, you want it rough and hard? How about this." I question. But we two had never become as physically close as my dreams encouraged me to be.Until four years ago I had still lived with my mum in her terraced house in New Town while I attended uni. I had my own room upstairs and Richard had never visited there. That's not to say it had not been a place of some sexual activity. It embarrassed me immensely to admit what I had done and dreamed about doing in that room. Just after entering uni, I had begun having these deeply troubling but compelling ideas. I knew by now I was addicted to that titanic tool and I climbed on the bed and went down on him. I sucked him slow and easy for a while and he squeezed my ass. I then stopped and sat up.“What?” he asked.“Masturbate for me,” I said.“What?”“Go ahead. You started when I was in the shower, so finish.”“I just did that to get ready for you.”“It’s okay. I want to watch you. Show me how you jack off, Jack.”He started stroking his stiff staff and talking to himself. “The easiest way to get off is to.