This time with his insurance company, determined to not back down he sat either phoning or writing to them, seeking his compensation for the destroyed...property, and not accepting their paltry offer as they tried to wriggle out of what he was entitled to. * Phil Amery sat talking with Pat Cleary, from the OSCE, the organisation that is a primary instrument for early warning of conflict, prevention and crisis management in Europe. Old friends they were relaxing over a drink, reminiscing and. "Forgive me, please?" "Do you think you can learn to keep your mouth shut?" She asked. "I promise to be good." Drop the macho crap?" I'll be a good girl, I promise," I smiled hoping to break down the wall that I had created between us. "Okay, you're forgiven." She sighed, her warm smile returning. "Now be good and get back in there and try on those other outfits!" As I turned to go back to the dressing room Candy added, "And don't forget, you're a good girl!" Our little spat had shaken me up. But something about her petite, timid figure made me want to throw her in my bed and mercilessly have my way with her. And, having no family other than an alcoholic father who abandoned her as a child made her ideal for my needs.That evening, I rigged the house up with cameras and made plans for the following day. The thought of finally having my own woman to dominate kept me awake through the night. I lost count of the number of times I masturbated as the hours went by, waiting for my prey to. He kept starring at her as if he were waiting for her reaction.He held her hands moving her arms forward until they were near his cock. He was waiting for her to take hold of it. She starred down for a moment then decided to pull her hands away from his while taking hold of the elastic area and gentle tugged the boxers down his legs.She tugged at the material and bent her legs as she wiggled them down his legs. His shaft sprung free almost hitting her nose as she stood back up looking into his.