Please do not read any further if imaginary non-consensual sex, slavery or humiliation offends you. Copyright is asserted by the author and no reposti...ng to other sites or commercial use whatsoever is authorised. This Disclaimer and Copyright applies to this and all future parts posted.Author’s Blogsite:[email protected]’s Note ?After the Great Pestilence of 2008 and the subsequent Famine and Depression, when global Stock, Property and Commodity Markets all crashed and. " How bad do you want my connections?" He asked with a polite look on his face."My business would be dependent on it. It would open new doors for us," She replied trying to stay as professional as she could without trying to look down at his cock and remember how good it felt."So, then you'd be willing to do anything, wouldn't you?" Mr. Jennings, if you're accusing me of using sexual advances to gain your interest, I swear I didn't know who you were until I saw you standing here in my office!". But what could she say? "Really? Okay, thanks." He was so confident and decisive and Lexi couldn't say no. She was actually kind of buzzing off his flirting and how dangerous it felt just to getting a ride like this. Her hand reached for the passenger side door but found it locked. "Sorry but you aren't allowed to ride up front with me. Regulations. No, you'll be riding in the back." He opened the door for her. "Don't worry, its pretty clean in there." Lexi could feel people staring and felt. Foreplay is always a joy, the feel of her skin as I move my hands over her body. The knowledge that she is going to submit her body to me, let me fuck her, use her, make love to her. That feeling is supreme, that feeling of taking her, making her mine. Don't get me wrong, it's not always me on top, or me taking her, that would get old, no matter how much a guy might like to dominate his woman. I like it just fine when she's the aggressor, when she's feeling me up and her need is hot between her.