I was crying when she was done. "I wanted to go to my knees, but she said she wasn't done with me. She leaned over me, her nipples against my back, an... held me. The she started kissing down my spine, her hand playing with my ass. She was tracing the stripes with her fingers. My ass was so hot and sensitive it felt odd--painful, but so good. She must have knelt behind me, because she kissed each cheek, and started tracing the stripes with her tongue. Small kisses all over my ass, down my thighs,. “Start thinking about it,” Mark said.“Why?” Molly asked looking up from the tomato she was dicing.“I think it would be a good place for our restaurant,” Mark answered. He picked up a pepper and started to clean it.“Pensacola?” Molly asked. It didn’t even dawn on her to question opening a restaurant with Mark. She picked up a second tomato and started to dice it.“Yes. A couple of my cousins have set up a company there. They are always complaining about not having a good place to eat,” Mark. “On your back.” Warner turns on the table and sits. He shakes his head, expressing doubt. The Dread Fierce Shane will have none of that: “On your back!” I now believe I’m Fierce Shane. Warner must believe, too: He not only relents, he spreads his legs. As I move in, however, he retracts, bracing for my impact. I see the formation of a tear, fear in the face of bravado, exhilaration battling dread. “Don't be afraid, Warner.” “I am not afraid,” he intones. Again I enter him. His face now exclaims. He wasn't expecting some woman, barely clad, to jump out of the ring and ask to serve him."Serve me, huh? A purty filly like you could service me all ya like. How about we find a place to cuddle?" Adam said, followed by a large belch.Laresa shuddered, but did as she'd been commanded. She couldn't believe she'd gone from one old man, with a sense of decorum, into the hands of another full of drink. She shouldn't have been surprised; she'd been living this life for so long. Yet, there was always.