Her other hand had been placed at your neck, giving a light squeeze and asserting her control over you… over us.. She worked her fingers all around ...our clit, dipping down to get lubrication. she then inserted a long, slender finger into your pussy and ground it in, pushing her palm over your clit and causing your body to stiffen, she held your hair as she did this, yanking it back and kissing your neck and breasts,only getting you hotter and more wanton. She then did exactly what I was hoping. With all my strength I launched my shoulder once more against the door.Abruptly with the crashing of splintering wood, the door burst open,sending me sprawling to the floor, high heel shoes and shoulder bag wentflying, my skirt riding up my thighs as my legs thrashed in the air.For a second, I lay there while taking stock of the situation, savouringthe realisation that I was home at last. My shoulder really hurt and wasprobably bruised and the door frame was damaged, but I was in... I wassafe. ”“Oh please John, I’m so wet for you..” she gasped out while pushing back against the two fingers he now teased her with. “That kind of begging isn’t going to get you anything. Beg like you really mean it”, he replied in harsh tones. “B-But”, she began, before he interrupted her with, “I guess this means you don’t want anything then. Fine, we’ll just stop right now.” At this point he proceeded to begin massaging her swollen clitoris with his thumb, pushing her further towards the. I never could get into the game. She replied that she wasn’t up to it, she twisted her ankle the day prior and it was swollen some, she didn’t want to irritate it more. She was still fondling my cock which was now hard. I gently remove her hands and told her to behave. She walks away and I pour myself a second glass of soda.She didn’t go far, just to the kitchen table, a mere 5 steps away from me. As I turned, I see her bent at the waist pretending to look at the newspaper. Vicky is about 5-6.