No more talk! You can cry all you like but no more words."Sheila nodded wide eyed as he pushed her toward the bedroom. "Get your bathbrush paddle. Yes... I know about that too," he smiled. " And get up on your bed on all fours."Sheila ran to the bathroom and grabbed the long handled bath brush then, taking it to her bedroom, climbed up onto the bed gasping as she felt her panties being yanked down and off. "Head down. Arch your back and push that ass up and out. Spread your legs girl. That's it. "I'm... uh... not... you know, ready."Suzanne blinked, then looked down at my cock. "Oh..." Her expression clouded over for a minute. "Well, it'll be ready soon, won't it?" she asked, managing to avoid any sort of explicit description."Well, I don't know. I mean, usually it's ready by now. I don't know." I tried to look flustered."Oh... Well, let's give it a minute," she said, and resumed necking. I fought with all my will to keep from getting hard. I'd masturbated earlier that day in order to. One eyebrow raised, you stand there, with your arms crossed, legs slightly apart. I bite my lower lip with anxious tension. ‘Fuck it’ I think to myself. I walk across the room, stand on my toes, and lightly put my lips against yours. I kiss you slowly, trying to get a response from you. Your jaw loosens a bit, and I nip your lower lip. In an instant, you have me pushed against the wall, a hand on my throat. Startled, all I can do is look at you, fear, apprehension, and nervousness flashing. My already pounding heart skipped a beat. Our eyes locked, his face softened and I knew my own expression had given away my vulnerability. There was a short moment of silence between us as we sized each other up. I tilted my chin at him to show I was not afraid. “Suck my cock.” He said, his voice superior, calm. “Fuck you.” I said and brazenly drew back my hand and struck him across the cheek. The satisfaction was nearly overwhelming. “You haven’t bothered with me in months, and you think you.