Chapter Eight
When Christina woke on Saturday morning, it didn’t take long for her to remember the horrid day before. As she lay in bed, Charlie’s grin, his sensuous eyes, and seductive swagger, played like a Technicolor movie in her head. She had to bolt from bed so that she could get the awful pictures from her brain. Once up however, she couldn’t face the sunny sky outside, or Davis Chiles and his other guests in the house below. Sitting down by the window she tried reading a magazine, though her mind was constantly drawn back to Charlie, the tender/vicious spanking, and his penetration of her ass. Was it possible that she still had feelings for the man? She shook off the thought the moment it entered her head, and yet, she remembered responding eagerly to the crude assault on her rear
