He then shuffles closer to Striya while placing his hand on the hilt of his sword. ‘Max, I will find him and get my revenge on him for what he has d...ne to my temple.’ Striya says angrily. Max laughs while turning to Jonathon. ‘What’s this? You have a crippled bodyguard now as well. You really are pathetic you know that?’ Max draws his pistol as the three of them move closer to Jonathon and Striya. Simultaneously, Jonathon has already evaluated the threat of the three men and is poised to. I mean, there are plenty of other people in the world for it to pick on. Why did it choose to rain on my parade? I’m thirty, been around a bit, and I know, quite happily where I’m going. At least I did. I have a long-term boyfriend, he’s not perfect, then again, neither am I. I have him trained to do housework, wash dishes, programmed to use the washing machine and he’s even toilet trained (In that he lifts the toilet seat before he goes). He remembers my birthday (The threat of death helped. Her smooth skin added to their beauty. And her nipples were easily one of the best I’ve seen – they respond very well whenever they get attention. They were firm, hard and stood up with all the attention that they were getting. Riyaz also came down and took the left boob – our heads were touching while we were busy devouring her melons. Afreen was moaning in pleasure and held both our heads tight with both her hands. I slowly slipped my right hand down towards her pussy – I couldn’t stop myself. It surprised her that he had decided to ride this late in the year. It had still been fairly warm some days but the weather in Tennessee was unpredictable at this time of year. They met at the door. He put down his bag. She softly wrapped herself around him, leathers and all. Kissing him, she unzipped his jacket and unfastened the chaps. The need to touch and kiss all of him began to increase exponentially. As if by magic they were laying in front of the fireplace, pillows and a quilt around.