He just fucked my ass harder and harder until I stopped making noise. “Not liking it now are you?” “No” I said. “No sir! Call me sir!” “...Yes Sir.” “Beg me to keep going.” I hesitated and he said, “Bitch, if I have to repeat myself this will feel like the spa.” That was more then enough of a cue for me, “Please keep fucking my ass, it hurts so much and I love it, please sir, never stop fucking my ass.” I pulled out all the lines, whatever it would take for him not to get mad. He fucked my ass for. Jack nodded, "it's a Holliday." Well I am thirsty, a beer would taste great." A beer?" Al said, "You made it through your first Thanksgiving. You deserve Champagne!" Thanks, but a beer..." Nonsense, the bubbly will quench your thirst perfectly, it's on me!" He turned to Jack, "What's cold Jack, got any Tat?"Kristen realized she never had really good Champagne before and she couldn't get over how crisp and refreshing it tasted. After a glass or so she was having so much fun telling stories about. “How’s Esther doing?”“There’s another one the world kicked the shit out of,” Harry said. “She’s comfortable with us, I think she’s gotten over being frightened we’ll hurt her or throw her away ... but in her dreams? No such security. About every other night now, a great improvement from several times a night, the nightmares come and in that moment when she wakes up? All the insecurity and terror fills her head. She doesn’t recognize any of us, can’t believe she’s not back in the bad places in. I noticed her towel had separated around her legs and her tanned upper thighs were peeking out.My cock was fully hard now, and she noticed. “Let me help you with that,” she offered as she knelt down before me and pulled at my trunks. I shifted my butt up and my hardness slapped my stomach as it came free.“Ooh...” she moaned as she took it into her hand, stroking. Her towel was starting to slip and more of her cleavage peeked out. I reached forward and pulled it free, revealing her nice B-cup.