And we are in a borrowed stable, en route to my home.’ For some reason — perhaps it was the commanding voice or perhaps it was the impressive silh...uette that loomed above her — Madeleine’s bravado fled her and she was suddenly quite afraid. She was calmed only to a small extent by the knowledge that dead, she was no use to her abductors. The man called Winston closed the door behind him, returning the room to darkness. ‘So, Miss Madeleine, are you comfortable?’ The deep voice, surprisingly,. My thighs were drenched with my passion, and the air was thick with my tart aroma. I rubbed sweaty palms on my tartan skirt, then forced them to grasp my sleek thighs. I so wanted to shove my hands between my legs. I knew I would cum in a matter of seconds. No! You are her slut! It's not your place to cum unless she wants you to.But God, I so wanted to disobey her.Finally, she carefully set her brush down, and stood up and turned, her green eyes flashing with admiration. I looked downward, full. I snuggled against him and we lay together for long minutes our bodies close. I thought for a minute then decided to take a chance.I sat up and pulled my tee shirt over my head exposing my breasts. My eyes didn’t leave his face as I tossed it to the floor. He wanted me. I could see the internal battle going on.“Dad? Please don’t make me waste my first time on some shitty, inexperienced asshole who just wants to use me for a cum dumpster. I deserve more.”I heard his moan as his resolve crumbled. He imperceptibly adjusted himself down below and focused his attention back on her crestfallen face. “Are you firing me?” Her voice trembled. He realized right then that he was perhaps being a little too harsh. In truth, he could have handled it much better because the problem was easily solvable, and Gabriel was a problem solver. Having legal issues? Do you want to sue the pants off of someone? Go to Gabriel King. He was New York’s finest. “Please just let me show you the document on my.