"You best lie down little fuck slut, put your arse in the air! "Moving nervously on the bed, I position myself. Bending down, I hold my breath with an...icipation. Pushing my head into the bed, my back arches instinctively, exposing my holes towards Him.Easing the tip in He pushes His swollen head into my arse stretching me to fit. I cry out as he holds my hips to push further into me. The pain is pulsating, burning and filling. He growls "relax" and pushes back, probing further into me as each. "Knight of swords." A second voice, huskily feminine breathed lyrically from the darkness. Taking no surprise as the descriptor to the query was revealed. "What a shock." Bluntness," The seer at the table nodded in agreement. "Indicating one who is frank and out spoken or tactless and rude." She then intoned dryly. The smallest glance of annoyance, proceeded then her reversing the last selection. This time choosing a card from the right of her arc."The knight of cups?" She mused as the next. I never ogle at her but surreptitiously steal a glance at her magical curves when she would not she would not be looking. After about a week I couldn’t any more and asked her for dinner saying it’s a welcome dinner from the team.We fixed a nice waterside restaurant and planned a dinner. As she didn’t have a car, I offered to pick her from her apartment and drop her back. On cue I turned up on time and was stunned when she appeared in front of my car. She was wearing a black sleeveless dress. She never looked up as he sat down next to her. She was focused intently on her drink. “Excuse me, but aren’t you Sally DeKampe?” asked Gaffey as he looked at Sally. “Do I know you?” Sally asked as she looked up and then continued to look at the handsome stranger. “No, you don’t Miss DeKampe, but our parents are friends.” Mathew offered his hand, “I am Matt Gaffey.” “I don’t recall the name, I am sorry.” Sally started to turn away and then turned back to Mathew and said, “I am sorry.” She shook.