" More questions? It isn't complicated. You are mine until I say you are not. How complicated can that be?"“I know but, you said... Ah, fuck.”Her ...omplaints were cut short, turned into a surprised whine when I plunged two fingers deep into her slick and well-fucked hole.Dipping her head to the rough wood of the bench, she eased back on my fingers; being fucked was probably the only way she could make sense of it all. I slid them into her, turning my hand this way and that several times before. Brushing aside the thought, she switched the TV off and went off to bed, as Max followed her lead into her bedroom. After she made up his bed beside her own, she climbed into her blanket and fell asleep in seconds. Sometime after midnight, she felt something wet touching her pussy, only covered by her g-string, again and again. Initially she brushed it aside as some stupid dream, but when the feeling persisted, she opened her eyes and was shocked to see the sight in front of her. Max, who was. Out-of-breath, Denise answered, “There’s a special neighborhood there. It’s a place where special families live.”Ulysses wanted to ask more, but could see that Denise was exhausted and slipping into sleep. Ulysses wondered how his overused cock would handle the rest of the trip with her.************The next day Denise and Ulysses went sightseeing. Holding hands, stopping to kiss, or sneaking into a bathroom for a quickie.That evening at the hotel, Denise struggled to contain herself, again. I could feel every inch of his cock moving in and out of me, thrusting with violent rhythm, in and out. The seconds stretched into eternity as the pleasure built up inside of me. My heart was racing, he felt so big inside of me, I couldnt take much more of him. With Samuel looming so close on top of me, forcing my legs against my stomach and the resistance of the rope I could feel myself getting close. No! I thought, my rebellious side kicking in, He wont get me this easily. With this thought.