Ah! Now I know why you said 'adore'. Were you thinking of - the - at Lincoln - in the library - a Psalter? - No, a book of hours - the figures of the ...agi blue and gold, rather flatly drawn except for the faces - adoring an infant Jesus - a fat awkward Jesus, but with a face of - well, innocence, but backed by a fierce intelligence and by a sadness for things that must pass away? " Sarah! I hardly know you! Who are you?"He was close to me now - close enough for me to reach up and close his. " I heard her say. "Pain and suffering." I jumped at her words, my hands moving as if of their own volition. I wasspanking her ass and thighs. Then I was leaning down over her, pinching andpulling her nipples, my cock dripping in anticipation of what was to come. Her moans and screams drove me on as my cock found her pussy and I beganfucking her hard and rough. But I was not satisfied. I wanted to fulfill herrequest, to give her pain and to make her suffer. I had never felt such passion as I. But that shouldn't make sense..." Ah, you must be Miss Summers. You may call me Mr. Fink," Fink said He got up and walked over to Dawn. He offered her his hand.She took it.Dawn was confused by what happened. Why would the CEO of a big company want to visit with her? Where was her class? There were so many questions. She felt insecure. But something inside her head kept telling her to trust this man."Mr. Fink, what am I doing up here?" Dawn asked. Her eyes were wide as saucers.Fink thought about. The ridges of his gland running their course around my lips, I licked him up and down. In the heat of the moment I spat onto his cock and licked the spit away, my fingertips were rolling my clit briskly. Rolling onto my back I spread my legs and raised my arms over my head, my hair splayed around my shoulders. “Oh, fuck me, Malcolm! Put your cock inside me again! Fuck me!” I was ready to cum. Malcolm moved towards me and grabbed my legs, pulling me closer to his throbbing cock. My vagina found.