She was truly spitted from behind and her whimpers and whining pleas for him to “go slow” were totally ignored as he rammed her with boisterous en...ergy just like a little boy in a candy store able to do whatever he wanted. It didn’t take long for her to feel both humiliated and degraded but after a few minutes, her revulsion turned to acceptance and then, acceptance turned to pleasure and she was hooked on that style of love-making because it made her feel good to be used and not allowed to make. She is actually shaking when she answers her phone. “Hello, Emma, did you enjoy your appointment?” “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” “I am glad you enjoyed it, I want you to show me in a little while. Now I know the temptation is there, but do not touch yourself. What are you wearing now?” “What you bought me, but not the panties. I had to wash them when I got home.” Emma hangs her head a little on saying this. Donald just chuckles softly, “Well I guess you really did enjoy today. You did the right. I'd start tracking my fingers down her chest, feeling those fabulous tits, followed by working my way down kissing and then licking her tits and her now hard nipples. I'm so turned on I'm oblivious to you sitting in the small hotel chair in the corner at first, and even when I do realize I'm so focused on her that I barely register it.You're watching her shudder at the feel of someone else's hands as they run down to her panties, over the red lace and tracing the crotchless seam accidently. I had to tell him what to buy. You know he didn't even know what sizes of dresses to get. He seemed like such a nice boy, though, so I helped him all I could. I didn't realize he was a criminal! Mercy me!" I didn't say he was a criminal, Ma'am," said Bennet. "I just need to find him, that's all." He's not a criminal?" She brightened. "I'm so glad because that woman he brought in here last week was such a sweet dear. Her name is Arabella, of all things. Isn't that a pretty name? I never heard.