"Second, I promise you that before this song is over, I will be inside you and will stay there as long as you want me to be." With that, he reached un...der her ass and lifted her off the floor. She knew exactly what to do in his strong arms. She hooked her legs around him at the small of his back, reached between their bodies and guided his cock to her open, wet pussy opening and lowered herself onto him. She took every inch in one slow, easy move until he was buried balls deep inside her. She. My name is Bill and I am the owner of HI-TECH COMPUTER SOFTWARE, a company started by my dad as an accounting, income tax business. I am very clever when it comes to computers and I rapidly expanded the business taking it in a new direction.I understand computers very well but what I don't understand is women. I am 31 years old and not married. I don't even have a girlfriend, but that's not because of lack of trying. I admit I'm no jock. I am 5 feet six inches tall and weigh about one hundred. Whiskers, had done when I first brought him here ten days ago. I heard her squeal from the back, as she shouted, "a kitty!" and knew she had found Mr. Whiskers, probably on my bed where he loved to lie in the early evening. She came back into the living room, carrying Mr. Whiskers, bundled in her arms. Mr. Whiskers accepted her better than I expected, being the independent soul that he was. Cindy had a smile on her face that was brighter than her surroundings. All her cares and worries seemed. We walked in and stood at the bar, surveying the club. Three doorways led out of the main club area. Over one was a sign that said, “restroom.” Nothing unusual there. Over another, the sign read, “private rooms.” Intriguing. Over the last was a sign lettered in a Gothic font that said, “dungeon.” Eeek. We watched for a while and greeted the occasional party goer who came by to introduce himself or herself. A man came by and introduced himself as Robert. He said he was the owner of the club.