I know this is a lot to take in." Yeah and screaming like a little girl like that is pretty convincingtoo," Teased his father downing his drink."Stop ...t dad," whined Carl, pulling out the scrunchie. "Mom, you cancut it. I don't give a crap anymore but I'm not doing this." We're way beyond that Carl," said his father. "Now you're lettingyour mother dress you and if you behave this will be over in threedays." No dad please!" cried Carl as his father grabbed him by the arm andpushed him back in. That same arousal increases when he bites my lip, not hard enough to break the skin but painful enough to make me pull away with a gasp.“I’ve decided that now I know that bitch was fucking around I’m not going to carry on with that faithful husband shit. Fuck her.” Bruce almost spits the curse looking so angry it almost scares me. “With that in mind, still want me to fuck you?” He asks bluntly and for the first time I watch as his eyes travel over my body taking in my boobs with a hungry lick. He gave them a cursory glance before speaking again. ‘Do you know why I pulled you over, Ma’am?’ She smiled. ‘No. Was I doing something wrong?’ He smiled, revealing a perfect row of white teeth and, again, those dimples in his cheeks. ‘I had you clocked at 47 in a 35,’ he said. He raised an eyebrow. She said nothing, only smiled in return. ‘Ms. . . uh,’ he looked at the driver’s license and continued. ‘Ms. Holloway, have you been drinking this evening?’ She shook her head. ‘No, just one or. Not much of a reaction from him. A faint red mark appeared on his behind.As he rotated around to present his front to her, so he could see her, she said, "I shall miss your body when you're dead."His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this time with level one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in agony. He did not cry out. "Level one." She announced.He rotated back to face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip (without neuronic.