As we sat hunched together l brought up about the previous evening and joked if she was impressed with me, she replied any girl would be please with m...e then inquired how many times did l actually cum and looked shocked when l answered “just the once”, obviously without thinking she blurted out “it was still running out of me this morning”, l innocently asked “doesn’t everyone ejaculate that much”, Sylvia looked at me and shook her head.We looked at each other and just began kissing then fell. Sorry about last night.”“Your marriage is far more important than you and I screwing! Besides, I had a week’s worth of your attention while we traveled! Are you going to be able to focus today?”“I think so. What I said to Jess last night was pretty tough, but she needed to know that I know what’s bothering her. Or at least, I think I do. But I’m pretty sure I’m right.”“What we talked about yesterday?”“Mostly, but I took it further. Yesterday, I met her 99% of the way. Not halfway.”“Are you sure. He turned me around and pulled me back to his chest as his arms wrapped around me and his fingers found their way to my nipples. He pinched them hard and I gasped in pain as I felt him grinding his hard cock into my ass cheeks. "You like that you little bitch?" He whispered in my ear. "Yes" I gasped."I'm going to bury my cock in that tight little ass pussy of your's". "Your going to take it all and beg for more"."Fuck yes I will" I gasped again as he pinched my right nipple hard and slid his. ..hiding might save her life. Temporarily. There were worse masters out there than Roark. Eric O'Sullivan was one of them. The bastard was lethal. Cruel in ways that made Roark seem tender. O'Sullivan wasn't a sick, twisted, fuck of a pervert like Roark. Not that Angel had enjoyed her time with him by any means. But, she hadn't left his private rooms a bloody, beaten, bruised mess, either. At least, there was that.Roark had no taste for cold-blooded murder. He didn't play with his food. He.