He clenched one cheek, and she tensed."But you are not in control. And I'm going to shatter all those nice ideals of yours right now... by taking you,...right here. By the end, you'll be begging for it."She could feel his smile on the side of her face, and she shivered. But was it in fear, or excitement? No! She couldn't possibly want this! He was forcing this on her because she had been rude to him earlier, treating him as a "servant," and complaining when everything wasn't perfect. She had been. It was a grand room, expensively and tastefully furnished, but why was she here? neither were they alone. A well dressed middle aged man was observing her with mild amusement. "Marianne! How nice to see you. I have been looking forward to our meeting. we are going to some fun times together - well I am, anyway. Joe, take her to her quarters."Her assailant, Joe, picked her up easily in her arms, carried her through a door at the end of the room, along a wide hall and into a reasonably sized. I could see the old man, and that he had noticed me and was making his way along the edge of a field towards me. I quite like the idea of people eyeing me from a distance. This was a first for me, I would have normally bolted by this point, but it felt so good, I stuck around, posing for the camera and smoking when it came to me that I should drive past him and give him a proper eyeful.I was wearing knee high 6" heeled boots, black fishnet stockings, white see thru lacey panties, a light blue. Um, I don't know." I shrugged. "What?" Sharing it." Mark nodded. "Watching someone else take a bite and seeing the look on their face, you know?" Yeah." That made a lot of sense."And you could say, 'Isn't that the best pie in the world?' and they'd nod and smile and..." Mark sighed. "That's the only thing that would make this better for me." For us." I kissed him, his chest and I had to brush long black hair out of my eyes."Yeah, us." Mark smiled. "I want to share you." That's what I was trying.