He looked pensive, determined, calculating. I knew I was in trouble now.“Bend over my desk, please,” he asked.“For what?!!”“I’m going to g...ve you a spanking for your disobedience,” he said matter-of-factly.“I am NOT bending over your desk!” I yelled.“Would you rather be over my knee?” He asked sarcastically.“No!”“Look, I’m give you a choice. Make a choice or I will make one for you.”“You are a sick fucking bastard!”“And you will be thinking that every time you try to sit down.”I figured there. Making me nervous at the feeling of such a big cock touching it around the boxer my knees feeling so heavy at the simple touch of my shoulder soon in the dark kissing up the cock over the tussubefore he help it outone hand on it helping it up , his other hand taking place on my neckpulling me mouth open lipse over his big hard cock ''oh yes , suck me boy, suck daddy black cock''helping me suck him deep then out, gently letting me savour his bbc like a good boisliding betwen my lipse asking me. "For how long?" he asked her quietly. After his limited experience indealing with this strange girl, he knew that he would have to be veryspecific with her. He'd learned his lesson about this the hard way."Not long," she shrugged, "Just a hundred years."HE WHOSE BREATH MELTS STONE stared at her for a moment, wondering howhe could possibly spend a hundred years as a pixie, traveling with thisstrange girl and acting as her servant. But as he looked down athimself and his alien body, he knew that. ”Lev nodded and stepped in behind her. Pilar turned, eager to touch him. But just as the elevator door was closing, Gwen tapped it open and stepped in with a pretty Italian girl Pilar didn’t know. The girl pulled her hand out of Gwen’s grip and stepped back into her own corner of the elevator. Gwen looked surprised and a little hurt before she spotted Pilar and Lev in the back corner. The look on her face and her predicament might have been funnier if Pilar hadn’t been caught in a very similar.