"On your knees," she stated with authority."What?" I muttered, somewhat surprised."On your knees," she repeated.She then took the end of the riding cr...op and started tracing it down the front of my priest rope until it ended at my crotch. I could feel it through the cloth of my jeans I had under the robe. I instinctively tried to wriggle out of the cuffs, soon realizing that was indeed an exercise in futility."What don't you understand slave boy?" With that, she again pushed the end of the. ‘What in the world is keeping him?’ Putting down of book of Shakespearean sonnets, she twisted her head looking towards the front desk one more time. There was Deryck walking in with a confident saunter both incredibly hot and equally infuriating. Turning her head quickly she ran her hands or her jeans, nervously plucking at one of the small, worn holes at the thigh. What am I doing? Ryn thought while outwardly groaning. She was acting like such a typical girl and she hated it. Never before. I know what they mean. And Uncle Charley only uses them when he thinks we're not around." {Her arms crossed, she was leaning against the bureau, her bare knees locked.} Uncle Charley, across the room, ordered, "Quiet! I have a reputation to maintain. I'm supposed to be nautical all the time."Jesse reached for the sheets; "You only think you know what those words mean` `11. Wait until you take Hygiene in Junior High." {Again with the hair, hem and breasts.}Before the little kid could make any. Suddenly, I find myself on my back, his body crouched over mine on the floor. His arms are on either side of my shoulders, the muscles of his torso rippling as he watches me, his gaze dark, molten, and hungry. The moisture on his brow is testament to the strain I have put him under. "Miss Carr, you are far too good at that." His voice is a rough and needy whisper, His hips pressing between my legs, I open willingly for him. I feel the sinews of my arms stretch, the confidence of my arousal .