“I left you a note.” I say quietly as I step up behind the desk. “I told you why I left.”“It didn’t need to be a goodbye, Sophia,” he re...lies, placing his large strong hands on mine as I make to log into the computer system.“In my limited experience one-night-stands have no strings. Any more than one night and it all begins to get complicated,” I say, pulling my hand away and logging into the system. I log his name, the title of the painting and its price.He smiles dashingly back at me.. And I stroked my cock. I stroked it and stroked it. I shot jets of cum while imagining the look on her face if she knew. It was a complicated look of violation, resentment, and excitement.We were half-drunk in the living room, trying to watch a movie, and it was hot. The couch was too small, and we couldn’t get away from each other. “Move the fuck over,” she said.I huffed, and sat on the floor. “You don’t need to be an asshole about it,” I said.“Fuck you,” she growled. The booze was making her. I think Suzy was enjoying the attention more than the treatment itself and seemed to like her arse being rubbed even if there was no bruises and didn’t complain when I took longer on that part of her body, “Just checking for bruises” I said softly as I pulled her arse cheeks apart and she did have a cute little shaded hole on display, it looked damn tasty but I didn’t want to impose. Tammy repositioned herself at the top of the bed and sat cross legged so that Suzy could rest her head in her. "He said it badly, but he has a point. We all know your side and how you feel on this. Try looking at it from his side." His side ticks me the hell off." Why? A few badly chosen words shouldn't cause this much trouble."Mr. Mason nodded at that.I growled right back. "You know damn well that that's not the only thing bothering me right now." Is it fair to bite his head off for that?" Look. I'm not Jacob Stone. I only dated him. Briefly. I can't turn my emotions on and off when I choose." I'm.