Now Mark was a great guy mostof the time and at work he treaded me nice. As for looks he looked likesomething that stepped out of a jungle, stout, wi...h curly black hair and hehad a deep barrel chest. Judging from the size of his basket he must behung like an a****l. For all his good looks he had this exporting fault.Coming from a rich family he loved to brag about everything he had to thepoint people hated to be around him. He was going at it real thick andheavy in his obnoxious way this. ‘I like a woman who can follow direction,’ he said. ‘Can you follow direction?’ She fought to nod, but his grip was too strong. He yanked her skirt down to her ankles. He knelt and pressed his face into her damp panties, his tongue probed her wetness. ‘Mmmmm,’ he said. He grabbed the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down to join the skirt around her ankles. She shivered as his tongue ran roughly upwards along the folds of her labia into what little pubic hair she hadn’t shaved. His. Slowly the sun starts to set.I blindfold her and take her upstairs to the single small round room there, our tower.Step by step she follows me. I lead her to the large window. And let her feel my power.Stella Maris obediently bends over, with the upper part of her body leaning outside.I notice that by the light breeze she knows where I got her now, pimples at her arms.I tell her to spread her legs. She knows what is coming up now. Only not right where.I tease her with my big banana sliding up. All that he wanted was to reach the liquor store, purchase a bottle of the strongest rot gut whiskey that he could afford, and drink himself into oblivion. He had been doing that a lot lately, driven by his self-loathing. He hated himself for having run out on Ginger. He knew that it had hurt her, but couldn’t believe that it was anything compared to how much it had hurt him to leave. Just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes.Someone stepped out of one of the stores and headed in his.