Janey’s cheeks were now covered with glitter, and her eyelashes were long and sensual. ‘And you, young nymph,’ said Wellington, ‘will be one o... our lovely wanderers. You will make your way up and down our dirt roads and visit, even encourage, our customers, and you will have sweet words for the workers as well, won’t you, sweet nymph? Ah, yes, Janey, you will now be called Vixen, the wandering wood nymph. You will dress in tiny outfits of forest green, dancing about on your fairy-like bare. "I could see the fear in her eyes, she struggles, trying to bring her hands up to push me off, but I just grabbed her wrists. I took my hand away from her mouth, she screamed out, and I rolled her over. Holding her head down into the couch, “Shut up bitch (bhosdiki), or I’m going to really hurt you,”“No please no, don’t, please stop I am like your younger sister,” she was pleading, my hands pulling her wrists together I pulled my belt from around my waist and quickly wrapped it around her. It was the last utterance in a hymn of sweet surrender. I felt a hand lazily running through the locks of my hair and heard musical notes of contentment leave her throat. She smiled; her wide blue eyes losing none of their brilliance in the candlelight. My cock was still buried deep inside her, now possessively caressed by her velvet depths. It had found a cozy new home.“Use me, use my cunt, my body, any way you like, I’m all yours,” she whispered in my ear.I bit my bottom lip and pulled out of. “That’s awesome; I teach an English night course.” I smile and nod, as the awkward silence causes me to shift my weight. “I’m sorry, I’m Daniel,” he says as he holds his hand out. Taking it I give him a firm shake, noticing the softness of his hands. Not like the men from my home town, that’s for sure. “Amelia, but I prefer Mia.” “Well Mia, it was nice to meet you. I’m sorry I scared you,” he says as he steps back toward the community center. “I’ll see you around?” “It was nice meeting you.