“For all that is holy, please!” she exclaimed even as I fastened my mouth against her and drove my tongue within, holding on for dear life as she ...limaxed for the first time, a stream of fluids exploding from her gash as her cries filled the room. I was gentle afterwards, releasing her, massaging her carefully, easing the soreness of her limbs. And yet I did not apply any salve to the stripes I’d given her. I wasn’t done with her yet, and I wanted them to remain a painful and burning reminder. He called me up the next day and asked if I remembered my promise. I toyed with him for a few minutes then gave in and told him I did. I asked him when he would like to have the victory party and he asked if it could be the next weekend to give every one time to make preparations to attend. I agreed, so the party was set. I got all tingly thinking about all that young flesh being there but I knew they would all bring their girlfriends, so I didn’t give it much more thought. When the weekend. The say great minds think alike and at that very moment Dawns bedroom door opened, streaming a chink of candescent light across the lounge from the open stairwell. Dawn walked out of her bedroom wearing a silky dressing gown tied tightly around her narrow waist, carrying a packet of Menthol cigarettes. I didn’t realise she was wearing high heels until her feet reached the bottom of the stairs.“Sorry if I woke you” she apologised “But I desperately need a cigarette!”I looked up at Dawn who. "Matt. Are we finishing this or putting it off until Monday?" his colleague broke his though."No, let's get this done," Matt replied, he hated leaving things unfinished.....By the time Matt got home it was after eight. She was sitting at the kitchen island on a barstool, sipping a glass of red and reading her iPad. She stopped and turned slightly to give him a kiss. "Hey there, how was your meeting?" he asked and poured himself a glass. "Good," she responded, getting off her stool to come.