He was demanding and strong. I always wondered what it would be like to fuck him. I slowly knocked on his office door A stern many voice answered "Who... is it?" "Clara Jones," I stuttered. "Ahh come in," he replied I entered his office to find him sitting at his desk. "Lock the door behind you miss Jones," Mr Simmons asked. So I did and took a seat in front of his desk. "What did you need me for?" I asked. Mr Simmons smiled while turning his computer screen towards me. There on the screen was. Not too much blood, thank God, but you've a lot of weeping sores. He really laid into you for being the defiant one. How could you go through all that and not make a sound?" Don't forget, Jessie! I'm the daughter of an Earl! I might not make a big thing about it, but I don't crawl to anybody - let alone degenerate bastards like that! No bloody way!" I wish I'd been the one to get the worst of it, rather than you. This was my daft idea! Now I wish I'd never thought of it. If we get out of this,. I told him I’d feel more comfortable if we went back to my room. His car was parked down the street. I told him where my hotel was and he needed no directions. Sitting in the car I noticed my little dress had rode up and he was looking out the corner of his eye at my legs, so I moved my right leg up high against my door and slid low in my seat to really tease him. I was sure he could tell I was not wearing panties and I was really getting horny. After parking he took my hand as we walked and. . A small TV and a mini fridge were there to keep his beer cold and his mind entertained… He doesn’t always smell nice and he is always drunk, but he is a nice guy… He likes to feed the squirrels… He waved me around the side of the building to show me some plants he planted that were coming out, they were very nice… On the opposite side of his walkway, he very casually pulled his dick out and peed on the building wall, he had a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his hand, his dick was just.