Not too much longer after that she had my dick out andwas sucking me off. And not too soon after that she satup facing the screen, moved over onto my ...lap, took mycock in her hand and guided it into her cunt. She didall the fucking, I just sat there loving the feeling ofher warm pussy surrounding my dick and looked at themen around us with their eyes glued to the fornicatingbeauty in their midst. I reached around her andunbuttoned her blouse and exposed her bare tits. This time when one of the. “The concierge sent me,” she said, obviously frightened. “Please don’t hurt me, Mister W,” she wailed as she burst into tears.“I won’t,” I said. Then I pushed the Glock into my belt in the back and showed both my hands as I continued, “Please take the cover off the cart... slowly.”She slowly lifted the cloth revealing a half-dozen motorcycle helmets sitting on the cart. “The concierge said that the one that fits will be added to your bill,” she said softly. Then she added, “The rest will be. “No problem. Nothing builds an appetite like orgasms – or so I’ve been told,” she grinned at her mother as she poured a generous amount of syrup on her stack. Her mother laughed as she sat at the table with an equally large stack of flapjacks. She added some low cholesterol margarine on hers before adding the heated syrup and they both ate as if starving.Right on schedule, Dennie Reynolds honked her horn of her obscenely expensive sports car as she pulled into the Richards’ modest driveway. She. ‘Master? I have surrendered, body and soul. You may have me as you wish! Why do you put the tone in your voice of forcing and rape?’ Looking her in the eye, I said, ‘Fair Bitch, your surrender has indeed been received in words, yet not in deed. Until I experience such myself, I must consider you unwilling.’ She stood a moment, and moved the pillow before where I rested in my chair. Kneeling, she shed the blanket she had adorned herself with to shield from the damp, bowed her head, and spoke.