Back and forth he slapped me across the face as he pinned me helpless beneath him. I arched up in impotent rage, my head shaking back and forth, a sc...ream coming from my throat, and he laughed, laughed at me and merely pushed me down and continued slapping me, the pain nothing to the humiliation of it, to the complete mastery that he was demonstrating over my body.I bucked and I arched and I lunged and I twisted and I screamed, and he rode me and slapped me and held me down as if I were nothing. .. Huh. Come to think of it this all looksa little different. No smells. Sounds odd too.The moon was full and much larger and brighter. The stars glimmeredoddly and there were no familiar constellations, just random pinpricksin the black curtain of night. The cityscape was more an impression,like the backdrop to a play. I intuited it more than saw it. The colourswere dark but oddly vivid. Like something Van Gogh might paint. SpideyNight...I stared at her costume again. It seemed more revealing.. Over the next few days Alani began laying the groundwork for her seduction. She began showing up to work in outfits that, while still professional, clearly toed the line of impropriety, especially now that her body had apparently decided that her tits should be larger than her head. Still, now that she'd concluded that it was in Mr. Davidson's best interest for her to be a curvy, flirty tease, she couldn't help but love how sexy and horny she had become. She stopped wearing panties under her. Paul quietly approached his mother’s bedroom hearing the twisted moans and the odd shriek and listened. As strange as this sounds this situation occurred daily and Paul soon got used to hearing screams ripple throughout the house. As time went by both Karen and Paul acknowledged that sex was something that was natural and they both should indulge themselves. Pornography came under the agreement and at times she would slip him adult DVDs of his choosing into his bedroom.. Of course accidents.