She looked so delicious, sitting there in her tight jeans and pink top, her beautiful blonde hair done up in a long braid."OK Stacy," he said. "Here's...the deal." He got to his feet and walked slowly across the room towards her."Stand up against the desk."She did as ordered. The large oak desk came up to just below her crotch."Now, bend over and grab these drawer handles."Once again, Stacy did as ordered. She was now bent over the desktop, stretched out with her hands just reaching the two. We can't tarry, My Lover..." I shall be but a moment, My Lord," smiled the Contessa brightly as she led the young girl away.(Things you don't know about my kind, Part Six: How to explain. Ah, yes! Mosquitos... Some of you are highly allergic... Some of you not so much, but may come up in little bumps if bitten. And some of you can be feasted upon and not even notice you've been bitten. So it is with us. You yourself may have been bitten. However would you know?)In the ladies room Karen looks at. She hunkered down when she heard the door creak open. “Why did the Cap’in waste his money on this rotgut?” a man complained as he and another man rolled a large barrel into the room.“Cause he’s a cheap bastard, like I told ya,” the other man growled as they stood the barrel up on its flat end. They then rocked it to get a better grip and hoisted it up, so it sat on another barrel. The first man then strapped it in place.As the second man went to leave the other said, “Aren’t you going to tap. James had not let go of my head and was varying his thrusts. Sometimes pushing in as his brother pushed in, at other time pushing into my throat as his brother was pulling out of my white ass! I was moaning, groaning, even whimpering some. Breathing when I could, enduring when I couldn't. My body was being bruised, battered, used, but continued to respond on its own pushing back into Tyrone's hard deep thrusts. I had never felt this kind of sexual experience ever! Being used, an object for.