Late Arrival Punishment Leads to Unbridled Passion and Desire "You are late." Those three words, stern, a touch of anger in them hits the back of Sandra's head as she closes the front door and settles heavily onto her shoulders. She had hoped Charles would have already been in bed asleep. He had been working so hard lately with the new job, early hours, late hours, all night hours, that she had been feeling lonely and when a couple of her new friends called for a girl's night out in this new country, she had jumped at the chance. She called his office and simply left a message with his service, telling him where she was going, who she was with, and promised to be home at a certain time. The night had been wonderful, full of fun and drinking and relaxation. She had wanted to get home when she had said she would, but they had been her ride and their night had taken her far from home. On the way home, she had decided that she would crawl into their bed and hopefully wake him up with the site of her sucking his cock both apologizing and showing how she had missed him at the same time. Picturing it, she had worked herself up quite a bit and the heat between her legs had grown and demanded that she touch herself. Keeping her hands in view, she silently wished her new friend would hurry. All of these thoughts went through her head in less than a few seconds as her hands dropped to her sides and she began to turn around. "Don't move" and she froze. She had never heard anger in his voice before. Oh they had argued and yelled at each other, but never had there been anger. …and then things took a turn
