" My name is John." I stammeredfiguring I bought her a drink it entitled me to at the very least aname. "Casey, it is a pleasure to meet you John." sh... answered in alow dusky tone. I was entranced not only was she speaking to me itsounded like heaven to hear my name roll of her tongue."It is a pleasure to meet you Casey. So, why are you hanging out inthis little old bar?" I asked. "I like it here, its quiet and mostnights I don't get bothered." "I'm sorry would you like me toomove." I inquire. It's time for you to pay for your curiosity."He assumed the position, a smug grin on his face as he prepared for what was sure to be a fearsome pounding. "Yes mistress."It was a little over 24 hours later when James found himself standing near the front door, inspecting himself in the hallway mirror. Bayonetta had picked out a sleek, yet traditional combination of black jacket and dress pants to complement his white, button down shirt. The small, black bow tie completed the image, his. He thought that I was a thief but soon realized that neither was I looking for anything nor did I look like one. I told him the entire chain of unfortunate incidents that I was living after which he asked me if I need any water to drink. He came across as a nice person and then he called me towards the back of the petrol pump where he used to live. He was a caretaker as the petrol was closed a month back and was up for sale. He told me that none of the cars would come this way as the pump is. "Russell," I managed to say his name all breathy and strangled. My voicejust didn't seem like me to my own ears. Russell stood up over my pulsating body. My heart double-clutched as hesank into me. One smooth stroke and he was deep inside me with that big cock of his, moving. His movement was the torturous part as I clenched and writhed somewhere between pleasure and pain, trying to hold on but wanting to let go. He moved high and hard in me, each thrust a blissful agony. I felt myhips lurch up.