.He said to me “YOU don’t fuck me, I fuck you. This isn’t for your pleasure, you are here for my pleasure. I am not for your enjoyment, you are ...just my fucking toy. You don’t control this fuck, you just take it.” He shoved my face back down into the table, then grabbed my shorts and panties and yanked them down to my ankles. He kicked my feet out of the shorts and panties, then shoved my legs far apart. He stood over me rubbing my pussy and said “Now I’m going to have some fun. Don’t fucking. Good." I could hear her.Who was she talking to. To be honest I did get a little paranoid as towhy she could be talking to on the weekend. Julia never attends anycalls over the weekend. Our weekends are spent away from all the hustleand bustly of the work environment and we end up fucking each othersbrains out. And although the thought of the previous night did disturbme, for some reason it felt simply wonderful and got me tothink....would there be any sort of repeat performance in the. Let me toss in another complication; the couple exchange their vows, but the celebrant dies before making the declaration...”“My God, Martin, is that the sort of stuff you lawyers dream up for excitement?”“Don’t get me started on your computer types,” he replied. “Anyway, I’ll have the stuff for you to sign; you can sign the new will right after you sign the marriage certificate.”“Thanks, Mate; I’ll see you there.”The arrangements for our wedding were falling into place, only the final. As usual, I went to college and then rushed to the library to meet her. In a light blue top and matching leggings, she was so gorgeous to my eyes.Her brown skin and perfectly shaped melons made me feel like in heaven. Somehow I pulled till 6:30 with her at our table, she poked me then and there, “Did you get the things?” she whispered at me. “Of course and I got one entire box of condoms,” I said smiling at her. “One box is not enough, ” she said kissing my cheeks as we walked to my bike. I.