Um, grapevine," she chuckled at her little play on words, "that the sellers gave you a case as a bonus. If you have any left, I'd really like to try i...." Denise agreed and, with that business settled, they finished their lunches over light office gossip and speculation regarding the outcome of the softball tournament between the area's competing real estate agencies. * * As the week progressed, Denise hoped that Jacquí would just forget about having invited her to the dinner slash. She looks the same as me, though where I’m kind of normal, she’s more of a popular crowd sort of girl. Long blonde hair (dyed of course), slender figure, standing at just under 5’ 6”, with a D cup bust. Until the events that led up to that night, I’ve never even thought of her as anything but my sister, and damn gorgeous because of it. I never saw her as a woman.Groaning, I dropped the pen on my closed school binder, my hand burning a little from all the writing I’d just done. My history. "Her fifth mount of the night," smiled the Sheik's son. "She is young and inexperienced, but she was easily broken, I hardly had to use the whip at all, and she is proving to be easy to train."Darius and Mioki noticed the lash marks on her back and buttocks.The Arab turned to the blonde."Take his knot!"Almost without hesitation, she reached back to grab her cheeks to pull herself open even further. The dog responded with a massive thrust and his knot disappeared into her."Fuck him! Make him cum. What did it all mean? Did he still want me? Why did he leave me on the floor for so long (even though it was only about 30 minutes, it seemed a lifetime)? Did I pass whatever test it must have been?After a while, I rose and got ready for my own work. I took particular care with my make-up, eye shadow, eyeliner, blusher and my gorgeous red lipstick, for once making myself pretty for someone else’s eyes, not just someone, or anyone, for Him, for Renaud. We were busy in the restaurant that night.