She relaxed, though I doubt she was enjoyingit just yet. But I was patient. I kissed her neck softly. After a minute or two, I slid my hand downward. ... ran my palm over her stomach,and down to her hips. I messaged her hips for a moment, then placed my handon her well-shaved pussy. I smiled again, because she was getting wet. I movedmy lips next to her ear, and made let out a slight moan of pleasure. She moanedback. She started to grind her hips, and buck slightly against the restraints.I didn't. Both hands moved against her ass, the previous night both cheeks were hardily cracked by the author’s hands. She turned her back to the mirror, looked over her shoulder at her naked ass. Her eyes frowned with question then she asked aloud, ‘Why me?’ The classical music played and echoed through the loft apartment. The soft scent of cigar smoke was in the air as it drifted from the open loft bedroom. Victor Hardway stood before the easel mounted canvas, a cigar tucked between his lips,. After a couple years of holiday trips with friends she had decided to spend a trip with her family again. It was the first night in their fancy hotel. Miranda was sharing a room with her best friend Janine. She had been allowed to bring a friend. Miranda had sometimes hated Janine’s guts but most of the time she had loved her. Janine was always regarded as the most outgoing of the two. Miranda was getting ready for bed. Janine was already lying in their shared bed reading a book. As Miranda. I'd padlocked it soon thereafter. No one on the ranch ever questioned what was in the silo or why we never used it. It was just a huge round cement thing that we painted the same color as the barn. Decoration.Only it wasn't.It was the place I went when life was too much for me. Years ago, Whitney had taught me to beat on a post in the barn back in Mishawaka while she was gone. I couldn't do that in our home or the remodeled studio. I didn't want anyone to see what I did. I didn't want anyone to.