The Black Stallion, a seemingly noble name, was a roughneck bar where no sane woman ventured without mace, a battalion of guards, and a metal chastity...belt. I knew I would get into trouble as soon as I walked through those double glass doors. Yet, at this moment, I would’ve welcomed the heated embrace of the Dark Angel himself if it would’ve brought oblivion. **** James looked at Mary with as much disdain as her disavowed daughter. ‘Was that necessary? She just lost her father today, did you. That meant no more homework and no exams until she went off to university at the start of the new term in September. Added to that, today was her birthday and she had reached the so-called ‘age of consent’. At the age of eighteen, she could now do all kinds of things – including drinking in pubs and learning to drive – that had hitherto been illegal. Tomorrow though would be the day when she really celebrated her birthday with her family and friends at big party. She had been looking forward to. She looked up at Mark grining above her and felt asurge of humiliation and shame. "OH GOD!" Isabella yelled as she feltNancy stick her fist inside her pussy.Nance smiled as Isabella writhed in front of her, her small pussyoutstretched over Nancy's hand. "What a slut," Nancy said smugly,making sure to slap Isabella's writhing ass. "If you want me to stopall you have to do is get my husband to cum again," Nancy said with adevilish grin.Isabella groaned in pleasure and pain, her pussy stretched. Twice he mentioned taking the client out to dinner after their meeting if she was free. The hinting… The hopeful tone…Mmm, an upscale hotel with clean white sheets that smelled of rose-water. Him opening the cuffs on his sleeves as she removed her earrings. They’d make some pretense of discussing business as the layers of clothes came off. His shiny leather shoes, her sensible work heels, his black belt, her necklace, pants, shirt, blouse, skirt. Hesitant to speak of what they were doing until.