My breasts fall back to my chest and he reaches my shoulders, runs them along my neck, I stretch my neck out for him to caress me. He touches my cheek..., runs his fingers down my face. Every touch, every sensation making me weaker and more out of breath. His hands move to the side of my head, pushing it down into a position of submission. I feel an that animal sound coming from my throat again, standing as still as I can, his hands move back down my sides and to my bottom. He grabs handful of ass. The trendy nightclub turned out to be Lorenzo's, and my bottle twitched as I wondered what would happen if that red headed sort, Louise Tyndall, who had picked me up the Christmas before last, was there. I wouldn't recognise her, but she might recognise me.As Miriam handed her coat at the cloak room I took a quick look around the bar for any red heads, but none that I saw fitted the bill of being both posh and a bit mature. Hodge was already in the lounge bar with two attractive young girls,. I cannot choose and any time he rings the bell I must slide off completely. It usually happens just as I am on the edge of orgasm. He calls me in here for things like this all day long. It is intensely frustrating and yet it constantly reinforces that he holds that power to ring the bell. Does that make sense, Ma’am?” she asked.“Nope,” Lindsay was checking out her phone and not listening.“I tried, Sir” she told her father.“It was a good attempt. People can only learn when they are receptive and. His pre-emission is just a hint of the heavy cumming he will do to my unprotected and fertile womb. My phone sits on the night table, chiming unanswered as I cannot answer it at first. But the redial gets my hand to move and I’m barely able to touch the answer button, before his cock plunges back into me. My voice resumes its sexual wail, as you are forced to listen. All you hear is my voice, and then his, along, dark, menacing moan as his cock sends its own signals to its owner. To breed this.