“Come to bed, Captain?” Roxy fluttered her eyelashes, turning on her side and smoothing her hand over the space on the bed next to her.Cas’ cock... went half-mast at the way Roxy’s new position seemed to amplify her curves. The way her hip curved up from her thighs, then the slim, tight shape of her waist, before curving back out at the heavy swells of her breasts. She was a rollercoaster of a woman. Going to bed with her? He could think of nothing he’d like more.“Think we both need a drink before. Sure, she was a merely a civil servant to whom I had submitted paperwork prepared by legal counsel, but she was still a human being in need of what most people needed: a swift kick in the ass to get out of the steel trap in which her family’s beliefs had imprisoned her.“It’s right here in the paperwork, ma’am. John Daniel Saunders, but you can call me Jack. Or Prophet. Or Reverend, soon enough. You’re not just going to file this paperwork, you’re going to join us. Be at this address next. I grab her by the waist and pull her up on her knees, spreading them wide in front of me. I force my huge cock deep inside her, pulling her back onto me with each violent thrust. I continue my attack on her pussy, slamming into her relentlessly harder, deeper and faster. Her cries are lost in the pillows as her mind races wildly. she is flooded with emotion---pain, helplessness and pleasure. She thinks, " I missed the sexual assault, with this man." Her body is defenseless against me, her mind. Her own family was not wealthy like him. They ran a small kebab restaurant downtown but the competition was hard. But they got by. They had wanted her to go to college, but couldn't afford the fees. Therefore they had got her a job in order to save up. They would not have let her work otherwise.Poorly educated themselves, they had wanted the best for their daughter and saw education as the key to a life they couldn't afford to give her. Like Mo's parents they had come from Lebanon with barely.