I have faith in you, in your cock.” They moved to the den to relax and have another drink. Laura decided to wear white bikini panties to denote her ...virginal status; Greg wore red boxers. They drank wine and talked of the day’s events in the office. They enjoyed evening conversation as many couples do. Laura finished her wine and made her wishes known with a question. “Would you like to take me to bed and make love with me?” They spent the rest of the night as promised. They made love sweetly,. I ran after her to tell her so.I found her in her room; on her bed crying. “Mom...” I started. I sat next to her and rubbed her back as she laid there, her head on her pillow, her face turned away from me, trying hard not to cry.“I’m not a twelve-year-old kid. And you’re certainly not a demented, selfish old man...” I tried to tell her. “Look at me.” I told her as I tugged on her shoulder to try and roll her over to face me.“What we did ... WE ... US ... Not just you, not just me ... US; what. My mate and I have a passionate relationship. Passion is defined as an intense and uncontrollable emotion. But, I didn’t say which emotion, did I? Sometimes, she is an angel and I just cherish her; I really cherish her. I lovingly kiss and make love to her from dusk until dawn, not able to get enough of her sweetness. Other times, little horns pop out the top of her ornery head, and I want to spank her ass until she can’t sit down for a week.This day will be the latter.As I said, I am engaged. She walked behind the girl, and nothing happened. The girl tried to look behind her but she couldn’t see anything. All of a sudden pain flared through her back. ?Aaargh!? ?NO! Bad girl! COUNT!? *smack* ?one!? *smack? ?two..ooh ow?? *smack* ?three! Uuh?. The mysterious torturer continued, all the way up to twenty, having to start over several times. By the time she was done the girls back was red raw and throwing off intense heat. The girls head was lolling, she was panting for breath. The.