Red’s eyes widen in surprise; he cocks his head to one side, smiling at her.“Lizzie, I’m afraid I don’t know how much use I’m going to be to... you in my current state,” he points out unhappily, a hand gestures across his chest.“Oh, no,” she smiles deliberately, “You don’t have to do a thing. In fact,” she trails her fingers down his arms lightly, ”I don’t want you to move a muscle.”Red’s breath is already coming in pants as Lizzie takes charge of him for the second time in as many days. He is. . stop this ... what more do you want to ... put me through."Constancia pulled her towards her roughly, "I'm not done with you yet, you cheap little puta," she said cruelly. Almost as an afterthought she asked in a slightly, more neutral voice, "Who is at your house right now?" Nena not thinking replied, "Carlos and my stupid drunken father. Everyone else is at church."Constancia just smiled.Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with. His look would caress my shoulder from across the room, his toes innocently touching mine were secretly begging me to allow him into my world of words, scars and eating ice-cream, a skill that I had so phallically perfected that it could weaken the knees of the most casual male observer without them ever realizing why – all the while, promises of faithfulness were keeping someone warm at home, yet they were being ignored here. This bothered me slightly until the consequences of our eventual. “I um… well… er… I guess we could modify your punishment.” His cock was doing the thinking now, wanting desperately to be buried balls deep in her willing snatch. He got up from his leather chair and walked around the desk towards her. Suzanne suddenly felt a nervous excitement, her temperature rose, breath quickened and the tip of her tongue moistened her lips in anticipation. He brushed past her; his hip nudged her shoulder as he strode on beyond her seated, overheated body. Not knowing.