And for some sick reason, it was making me wet."You always go in my room and take things, you make my life a living hell and you act like a slut aroun...d my friends." I said I was sorry!" I cried, the tears in my eyes threatening to spill over."I don't care. You do this shit all the time and I'm sick of it. You need to be punished for your actions."I gasped. What the hell was he talking about? What was he going to do to me?He started to walk towards me, his cock bouncing, and I absolutely. Now let’s plan some missions and mayhem,” Roxanne replied with a predatory smile.Three days later my squad were creeping around the Crimonach ‘factory’ planting incendiaries and leaving a few ‘clues’ that might interest the Seeker, if making little or no sense to us. They were simply random artefacts from various Earth artists that could be interpreted any way you liked.“This is a Jackson Pollock, isn’t it?” Clara asked.“How the hell would I know? It might have been done by my Mark for all I. It's called a gift because it is something only you can give. It cannot be taken or stolen from you. It is yours and only you can choose when and to whom you will give it. However, once given, you are placing your submissive nature in someone else's hands, to do with as they please, within reason. You can of course take it back. But that is usually when the relationship ends. It means you have to be incredibly careful and sure of a person before you submit to them. Remember to take your. They were always affectionate in front of me but Dixie was just as affectionate with me in front of her mother. However my wife didn’t work and the two girls had a lot of time together. All of those thoughts running through my head kept me from cumming too quickly. All too soon though I was feeling the intense pleasure that I get as I slid my cock into my wife’s moist pussy. The soft wet friction was driving me crazy. The thought of fucking my own daughter was just too great. I grunted, then I.