Cummily. I wanted to make her mine, to defile her, to fuck her senseless, and have her know her place. I found it hard–pun intended–to concentrate... as I spent eight hours in the office afterward. As I tried to proofread a submission, images of Emily flashed in my head. I couldn’t keep thinking of a literary submission when I was thinking of Emily’s submission to me. Her bodily submission, taking my dick in her cunt, her ass, her lovely little throat. Enough, I told my brain. Enough. But it. She rolled onto her back with her legs spread. She smeared some of the cum around and commented about the mess I made. My cock was still hard and I thought that maybe I would not get this chance again so I got on top of her and fucked her again dropping another large load in her. She asked me to get her purse which I did. She had some wet wipes in there. She cleaned us both up with those. We got in the car and went back to the house. She told me thanks that she really needed some cock. The. He looked at it and then began to read it aloud to his wife. I moved close to the bed and I saw her flinch in surprise when he began to read the paper. He read” I am here to use you like a sex slave slut. You will do what ever I tell you to and you will take what ever I want to do to you. I will not shit on you and I will not beat or whip you. I am not into giving pain but if you refuse or resist anything I will roll you over and give you a good slap on the ass. The harder you resist the. ..never mind." His eyes never left my body. I reached down and picked up my nightgown that I had laid out earlier."Is it okay if I just wear my nightgown while we watch TV? I got alittle too much sun today at the beach." He waved his arms in dismissal. "Wear whatever you want."He said,rather gruffly, a mean looking scowl coming on his face and turnedand walked out. I was devastated. What had I done to make my grandfather angry? Maybehe was mad because I had took so much time in the.