He made several squeaking sounds. The owner got up and walked to me. He started to kiss me holding me tightly with his hands. I tried to push him forw...rd but he was too strong for me. Damsee was growling from behind and as I was wondering when he would attack Damsee bit on the upper part of his hip. He left hold of me and fell on the floor.Blood on his hands and sweating all over, he shouted “you can fuck a dog you bitch and you cannot even fringing kiss me?!” I sat crying on the floor. He took. It was not at all like the poor schoolgirl at the back of the bus that had a pair of humpers doing her at both ends like she was a piece of meat in a butcher shop and not hiding any of their shocking disregard for her personal space on the crowded bus.The man on her left was bearded and she hated the thought of his face between her legs rubbing his scratchy hair all over her sensitive pussy and private areas which she usually kept absolutely free of all hair. Of course, she had to go to the spa. My hand went to my throat as feelings just seemed to overwhelm me. He'd swept me away from our very first hello. Swept me away and out of a bad relationship and into one that was full of fire and romance, passionate and caring with just enough spice to keep it intriguing. He'd made me realize that men didn't need to continually dominate to be men. He'd taught me that I was beautiful, not just on the outside but down deep where it counts. And he'd done it all just by being himself and showing me. “June, let’s try you in the art department. The guy in charge knows his stuff, maybe you can model for him. Can you draw? Letter? He might just ask you to clean the place up; it’s usually a mess.”She nodded and said, “OK.”“Good, and April, you’ll be my PA, that’s what we call secretaries now. And now we’ll I’ll show you around, introduce you to some people and meet some other managers and then to the Graphics office and mail room and back here. By then it’ll be lunch time and I’ll take you to.