Please. I didn’t have any control. It just happened. I’m sorry master. Please..”. “Remember I told you I’d punish you if you didn’t listen... to me? You said yes. Are you a liar slut? Did you lie to your master”? “No I didn’t. I didn’t have any control over it. Please…” “Then you deserve this punishment. Apologize and beg me to punish you for not obeying me slut. Be an obedient slut”.She stared into my eyes and gave in eventually. I started fingering her. For fun I started ticking her foot too.. But right then I realized I didn’t care if she woke the whole neighborhood, which as loud as she was screaming was a real possibility.“Do you like the way my pussy feels wrapped around your boner?”“Oh, gawd yes! It feels fucking great!” Seemed like I might as well throw caution to the wind and say exactly how I felt. At this point, I really didn’t think Brenda was going to be telling my parents about anything.“Is this what you fantasized about?”“YESSSS! Better!” Way, way better!I thought. "I kinda have already, ya know?" But you want a closer look." You offerin'?"Melinda opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came out.Richie glanced at the emptying hallway. "Listen, I gotta go. Catch ya later."He started away. Melinda looked nonplussed for a moment, then frowned and called out, "What, that's it?"Richie spun around. "What? Whatcha expect from me, huh? If you ain't offerin', I ain't just gonna take it. I don't work that way no more."Melinda stared. Her gaze slid downward, towards. The griddle attachment for the stove top really lets me make pancakes any size I want, so I had made huge restaurant sized ones. We dug in, and although I noticed Grandpa avoiding the butter, everyone enjoyed the breakfast, and the strawberry smoothies were really great! As we sat there over an after breakfast cup of coffee, I asked Dad if I could use the sailboat today."Davey, are you headed to the ledge?" He asked."Yeah, I need to get out there I think," everyone looked up at me."Whatever.