Then I noticed that most of the building was completely destroyed and many of the surrounding buildings had caught on fire or were in rubble too. ... I was in deep shit. I sat on the ground to collect my thoughts on what to do next. I needed to think of some good excuses and explanations for this one. My father wouldn?t think it a small coincidence that on my first day of taking over one of his companies that it just happened to explode catching the neighboring buildings on. “Ride me, buddy, ride my fucking knob, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he intoned.I began mashing my hips like a Latin dance champion. Magnus was practically convulsing with pleasure with his mouth hanging open. “Yes buddy, milk my fucking knob, oh fuck yeah buddy,” he kept repeating.When I moved my head forward later he turned his head to the side.Gripping his head I said, “You are fucking my arse, the least you can do is kiss me.”Next, after locking lips with him I did not relent as my tongue prised. She craves being controlled. Bondage and following directions make her wet. She likes to be completely naked, lying in wait for you to treat her however you wish. She doesn’t like pain, just being commanded. She never wears underwear or bras, so she is always prepared. She longs to be worn out, body and soul. Leaving bruises or scars on her body makes her horny all over again. Be warned, though-- she despises touch other than sexual touch. Hugs are not her thing. Ties, scarves, and handcuffs,. He wasn't worried about his reputation... it would take more than just hearsay to ruin him in this town. His name was too big, and his family had been too influential for too many years. The only thing that really mattered to him was that little Ginnie Reordon had come. The last time she'd been there, she had brought along a girl friend, and Morgan liked that. The more young blood he had at his parties the better! He was temporarily a bachelor, and he was making the most of it. Life was, after.