Only her shoulders and feet touched the bed, as she thrust up and down on his cock, straining to find his lips with her mouth. “Why Fuck my ass, Di...llon? Why fuck my tight teen ass like an animal, Dillon? Did you think I liked it in my ass, Dillon?” She was fucking going crazy under him, straining to get all of his cock into her ass. “I don’t Dillon. I don’t want your cock in my ass,” she lied, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up, so only her feet touched the bed under. ”“You do sound very bitter for a boy going on to be fourteen.”“Well you sure are good at guessing my age, Old Man. So show me where the mop is or the broom or whatever is used to clean that stone floor and I will start.”“You would start in your condition right now? You didn’t ask me for food or a bed or anything.”“I never ask for anything. I would not get it anyway. So why be disappointed. I simply accept whatever you deem to be my labor or punishment or whatever you call it and abide my. Intertwining them as 2 mating snakes might. He sucked on her lips gently before licking at her tongue again.She was matching the movement of his thighs with her own writhing. She was crying out his name.He leaned back again enjoying her fight to catch her breath. The rapid rise and fall of her breasts still wet from his mouth. The flush to her cheeks and the glow to her eyes, and her hands cinched securely above her head. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.He reached the hem of her. He was handsome, too. And yet, sitting there in his office, he seemed so lonely. Night after night, T would be among the last to go back to the hotel. Sasha could see him through his office window, his sad, brown eyes staring into space for a moment as if lost in thought, thinking about his family back at home, then turning downward to the papers on his desk. Many were the times when T would pass Sasha’s desk, inadvertently catching her eye and returning a quick shy smile. Though they had been.