? His broad shoulderswere knotted from exertion, veins popping out of his forearms.? If they left him another hour he'd dislocatethem, although the pa...n was already as intense.?He'd been handsome, before, swarthy and tanned with a chiselled jaw anda twinkle in his pale blue eyes.? Buthe'd never be that cocky stud again, they'd make sure of that.? When they'd caught him trying to make offwith one of the colts, Lewis and Reb had tackled him to the ground, knockinghim senseless with a king hit to. They were in a concrete hallway. No carpet on the floor, no pictures on the wall: just cold stone. ‘What is this place?’ Miranda asked. ‘Home,’ Grey replied as he began making his way down the corridor, bracing his hand against the wall, ‘or what passes for it for the last few years.’ Miranda looked aghast, ‘Years? You’ve spent years here?’ ‘Many.’ The corridor opened up into a large, square shaped room, four walls, cookie-cutter perfect and cast in cement. ‘Huh,’ Miranda commented, refused to. But the way he was grinning at me told me something was up. Rick had arrived in his Mercedes convertible. “Hop in,” he said. “I just need to stop by my office before we head to the house.” Even though I was anxious about the situation being changed, something in his voice told me not to ask any questions or protest. We made the trip to his office tower in relative silence, beyond the usual chit chat. After about a fifteen minute drive, Rick and I arrived at his office. We parked the. “Yes, well give it a deep lover’s kiss then get to work on the barbeque and bring me a cold beer. Keep an eye on my beer, don’t let it get empty or warm. My steak will be rare but charred on the outside. If you are a good girl, you can watch me fuck your wife then clean us both up. I might feed you your cock juice then if you don’t fuck up. Now give your lover a kiss and get on with it. He then took my face between his thumb and forefinger squeezing painfully. If you ever cum without.