Mark let out a cry of pain that quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. The man began thrusting harder and harder grabbing onto Marks hair and pulling h...is head back.By this time I had my skirt around my waist and my panties on the ground. I pinched my clit and held back a moan. Pinching and twisting my nipples with one hand I began slowly fingering myself. Thrusting my fingers in again and again. Each time harder than the last. I was nearing an orgasm but I was making myself hold it off. As I. “But Samantha and I talked until just after midnight.”“Talked? As in words coming out of your mouths? Or body language?”“Talked. I didn’t even kiss her goodnight, for good reason.”“Sauna or ‘Indian’ room?” Elyse asked.“It’ll take longer than a sauna,” I said.“Sauna and hot tub?” she grinned.“If you behave. We need to talk, not fool around.”She nodded and we went to the basement, keeping quiet so as not to disturb Michelle. Fortunately, she’d taken the room closer to the stairs than to the. She met him at the door with the usual pleadings for sex, how hot she was for him and how much she wanted him inside her. Every few days he would alter her lines somewhat to keep them from sounding too routine. He would also remind her of what lay in store if she didn't sound convincing.They ate, Eric commenting on her appearance as he almost always did. He would often compliment her on how beautiful she was, then remind her that she was a whore and that, after all, whores were supposed to be. Lighting hitting a tree, which caused the wood to explode outward as the water turned to steam, made the place in my head pulse, actively. Unlike when I was looking at the lines of power and people around me, it didn’t matter if I had the place in my head on or off. If I had my eyes closed and looked out in the distance, I could find the lightning. As I watched, I realized what they had taught us in science class about how lightning works wasn’t right with how I saw it happening.Before each.