My woman. Mine. There was no civility in that thought, only a primal desire, and I welcomed it. I growled as much into her ear in words which had no f...orm or clear sound, but possessed the greatest intent. If a man can take power from his lust and love for a woman, can a woman not also receive power from the lust and love of a man? There are those in this world who would declaim a woman’s desire to revel in the power of her man. There are those who would insist that such feelings are misguided. As I was approaching my office door, “Grace, can I see you a moment?” It was clearly Mr. Franklin’s voice.I called over my shoulder, “Yes, Sir, just a moment.” I pushed the chair into my office, grabbed the notepad, and retreated next door to Mr. Franklin. “Sir, what should I do with my old chair?”He looked up at me from behind his desk, his eyes did a quick survey of my body, then smiled. “Put it at the conference table for now, I suppose. So, the new chair seems to satisfy you.”I smiled. The third couldn’t face the fear of the potential consequences. We weren’t going to push it.Paul contacted his high school best friend, Tom Willis. Tom was now a detective with the local police force and owed Paul lots of favors. After hearing the stories and seeing the evidence, he was more than willing to get involved.I had helped Judge Gregg Dunn design and build his new home, and Beth and I became fast friends with Gregg and his wife. I paid him a visit on Monday morning.“Nate! Good to see. I looked between her legs and I could’ve sworn I saw her pussy leaking a little bit of fluid. I put my hands on the insides of her thighs and continued my ascent until my knuckles were lightly rubbing her pussy through her bikini.She began to uncontrollably raise her hips up as a light orgasm rushed through her body. Her moans of absolute pleasure were growing increasingly louder and I could’ve swore that the entire pool could hear her and were watching her have an orgasm. I turned around and.