He told me to lay down and spread my legs . i took off my panties and lay back as i opened my legs i reached down and pulled my cheeks apart giving h...m a better view. he took his cock and started rubbing the head against my asshole his precum wetting it more "is this what you want you dirty fucking slut? you want me to make you my bitch?" he didn't need to ask twice " fuck me please i want your fucking cock pounding my ass please " i begged . with that he plunged his cock deep into me and. His anger was a live thing, burning inside him that he fed for a while, adding small pieces of hurt, of betrayal to it to keep it white-hot. His body stiff, his back straight, Simon walked away from Marianne. – – – – – – – – – – ‘Simon? Simon! Come to the phone! It’s Marianne!’ ‘Tell her I’m not in!’ Simon yelled to his mother, then he slammed the door shut and threw himself on his bed. He heard a knock on his door. ‘What?’ he snarled. ‘Can I come in?’ he heard his mother ask. ‘Oh, okay,’ he. She need clothes other that her boxer shorts and tank top, Megan needed something to eat and drink, and Chris needed a shower. She still refused to stop. Chris pleaded for another hour before she stopped. She parked the car behind the Inn, got a bag and Megan, and then rushed inside the hotel room Chris had just purchased. Chris went in the bathroom and jumped in a hot shower. Catherine fixed a pouch of the instant coffee from the counter in the room and helped Megan into a clean pair of sweat. “You’ve never even seen it, let alone visited me there for your pleasure,” Consuela pointed out.“Is that what you want?” Joe asked.“It’s not what I want, Master,” she winked.Joe chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind. I should go.”He received a kiss from each of them, Katrina’s lingering longer, before he walked to the large bedroom next door and showered and dressed. Joanne met him downstairs. Cheryl would be at the publisher, coming from work. He was soon headed there.The cute brunette.