‘I know. Why don’t you find some good music?’ I punched up some good music and looked back but she was gone. The front yard had numerous patches...of dried sand surrounded by brown grass. Last painted white with aquamarine trim, the faded and peeling paint screamed neglect and despair. The peeling aquamarine paint on the front door offered no hospitable greeting. After longer than I cared to wait, the front door suddenly sprang open and a woman and man in their late fifties bolted to the. Need to talk." About what, bitch?" Alyssa shouted back, irritated that she could not get herself under control.Illyana sat down in a chair near the smoldering fireplace. "I think we need to discuss Jonar," the Gnathar girl replied in a tiny voice, her eyes downcast.Alyssa numbly stumbled to a chair on the opposite side of the mantle. "There is nothing to discuss," the princess retorted bitterly. "You were married legally. You have him, I don't. What else is there to say other than how you wish. He had to finish by calling me sir and telling me how he longed to squat on my cock and bring me off with his tight pussy. I dropped the phone as pumped my load over my knuckles. I asked him to see if his parents would be out at the weekend. I didn’t want to arrange any other clandestine meeting because I must admit that I felt that nothing could be as good as fucking him on his bed in his room. At lunch one day a thought occurred to me. I could buy Harrison a present. Something naughty. I. .." "No?" he asks softly, feeding you another inch, ever so slowly. "I think you want it. I think I know you better than you know yourself..." Leaning over you, he releases your hip, reaching forward to twist a hand in your hair. "I think you are mine... my slave, my slut, regardless of whether you wear me around your neck or around your finger." Your reply is choked off as he angles just right, slipping past your resistance... watching in rapture as he sinks into your ass. You wail.