He had a knack in that- fucking women in the best way and making them his bitches.“aaargh. Please go slowly” Merlin pleaded in a highly hurt voice.... Her head was pulled by her hair so strongly and her boobs were being treated and squeezed like sponge with real strength and believe me readers, she was really in pain, but there was pleasure in it too.He started slapping her boobs one after the other. It was really hurting her and he meant to hurt her. In five minutes of continuous slapping, both. As a result the fridge sat out in the middle of the floor where we had to walk around it whenever we were in the kitchen.I stopped going shopping with her since she would always buy whatever I said no to. That included clothing. If I told her that a dress she tried on didn't look good on her that is the one she would buy. I finally got to the point where I let her do whatever she wanted. That is not to say that I let her run roughshod over me. I was looking for a recliner and Lori went with me. This takes them through Coconino National Forest and the Oak Creek Canyon to Sedona and then further up to Flagstaff. The detour took them a little out-of-the-way, but it was indeed beautiful. On Interstate 40, it seemed like a high-speed direct shot to their destination until they were again pulling off the highway. Juli had spotted signs for the Petrified Forest National Park and decided this was something else Helen needed to see. She really had been so isolated growing up and all of these. A little bit grossed out, but touched." It would be a great honor, ma'am." I said, lowering my voice.Amy laughed. "No, you can't call me ma'am. I'll tell you what, James. From now on if nobody else is around you can call me 'Miss Amy.' I think that conveys an appropriate amount of respect." Yes Miss Amy," I said. "Thank you, Miss Amy."Amy looked down at her tiny wristwatch. "Okay, this is getting a little bit weird," she said. "I have to go now." You know I would never lay a finger on.