Let me tell you one more incident. That incident was why I was so fascinated about my chachi. I heard many sex stories of her with other men and saw a...few and one day when I was 19, we all were there at my grandmother’s house. It was 8 at night. I went to pee outside, it was dark as there was no power. Then I heard my chachi going into the kitchen and slowly her cousin followed.The kitchen was outside the house, just a few yards from the house. They did not notice me in the dark and they both. He nodded, approvingly, offering his girl a small smile of praise, before pushing against her again, teasing everywhere he could reach. Punishing her for moving by making her scream and shake without relief, without his fingertips curling deep.Her hands were locked in her hair, yanking and tugging until she saw stars. She desperately needed to touch, to feel—to play—but she knew she’d not earned that privilege. His voice turned to a velvet purr, “Good girl…” She moaned out her pleasure at the. She stormed in, threw down two black gym bags filled with cash and kept it moving.“Ginger. Ginger!” her partner strolling behind with three more bags exclaimed.“What! What is it Mac?”“Talk to me. Come on,” Mac carried his bags to a chipped edge wooden table and rested them on the laminated surface.“What is there to talk about Mac?” she spun to face him and flailed her arms.“Baby, come on, you’re never like this after a job.”“We’ve never been shot at on a job.”“Right, shot at not actually. Wondering what he's doing at night and who with. It's hard being in this situation, wanting him but not being able to have him ... not to herself anyway. Getting ready for bed she started thinking about making love to him. How would he like it if she took control, making him want her was top priority because no one in her past ever did.Sitting in front of the mirror and brushing her hair, watching it glide through the brush made her daydream again about his spanking her and her liking it. He.