My eyes tend downwards. It’s not deliberate. It’s the effect your presence has on me. This is not a game. You do not call me ‘slut, bitch, whore...’. I do not call you ‘master, owner’. I don’t pretend to understand a relationship where those words mean anything. But I submit to you entirely, knowing that in doing so, I am letting you become a part of my psyche. I am transferring my ego to you, so that my rationality and my emotions can flourish in the space they leave behind. Imagine a future when. "They've bought most of the site but there are two small plots that arestill outstanding." Well buy them up." We can't do that."I raised a single eyebrow and she recognised my expression."If the city buys the plots, they might be shown to be prejudicing theissues. Then the whole application would have to go to appeal and theywould win."I had already grasped the jist and I sighed, "So why is the present ownerholding on to them?" She agrees with the city. The site was earmarked for a new. Again her hands busied themselves as she pushed my polo shirt up over my aged but firm muscular abs and chest. Her mouth returned to my flesh to lap over my chest and nipple as she dropped the shirt a couple feet closer to the bed than the jacket before it as we moved ever closer to the bed we would inevitably share. Not one to be impatient I let her remove the coverings of my torso before engaging in my own desperate acts of disrobing her as well. Her hoodie was flung to the floor as my tongue. Your fake air of indifference. I know you sense someone following you. Your ass swinging back and forth under a thin skirt. And the closer I get to you the more it builds inside me. A wave of raw, primal lust and adrenaline that swells until it is almost unbearable. The only place for it to go is inside you.Suddenly my hand is over your mouth and you are pulled backwards. My other arm curls around your shoulders and I pull you close to me, lifting you almost off the ground. My energy and.