Then this strange anger burned through me. It was almost like it flowed into me from beyond me. It spilled over me, this dark rage.My daughter had don...e something wrong. She was being a brat. She had to pay for that. I whirled around and bellowed at the top of my voice, “Valerie, get back down here right now!”I heard my daughter's steps freeze on the stairs.“NOW!” I roared. “Get your butt back down here!”My wife nodded in approval, this look of shining delight in her eyes. She folded her arms. She was pushing her hips up to meet his thrusts. He seemed to have boundless energy and made no sign of coming any time soon. He was a relentless fucking machine in overdrive.She was shrieking with pleasure, calling on the lord above, telling him, telling us all for that matter, how much his stiff prick was doing for her, she was panting, gasping, moaning and I recognised the unmistakable change of breathing, deep and guttural, as she came.Only then did he slow his pace, even though he only. “Your skin is still so smooth. I still don’t believe you’re the mother of a boy. You look like you’re in your late 20s,” he said and kissed her hand again. Mom was still blushing. He kept kissing her hand. It was awkward for me to simply stand there. But he had forgotten my presence already.“Stop it, sir, I’m a shy woman,” mom said.“Really? I love shy women,” he said and let go of her hand.“Can we talk about my son’s marks now?” she asked.“Oh yeah, sure. He failed in two subjects. But that. But came in so breathlessly that he has nowind left to give voice to any message."Lord Johnston looked at me as if he wanted to kill me on the spot.Instead, he motioned me to come over to him. I was still out of breath.Still breathing hard I went into the middle of the room toward him whowas on the other side.We meet in the middle of the room in an isle clear of people. Hegrabbed my shoulder, turning me, and walked together toward the throne. We stopped many paces away. He bowed low, and I.