"Oh, and go in the back."There was no fucking way I was going in through the main entrance. That place is like Grand Central at this time of the day. ...f the story had hit the wires I'd stick out like a penguin in a sauna. Not that I didn't stick out anyway. When I waltzed in it was like the parting of the red sea because I looked like a flame-haired Jezebel on crack. A walking talking pion to the sexual female and the extravagant nature of being totally fuckable for men, women, and Buzz. He had many long, hot, dusty hours to reflect upon the woman he had left in Sevilla and on the ruin of his once-promising career. Indeed, he could hardly reflect upon the one without finding his thoughts drawn to the other. It was the old military story: the wife of a superior officer. A few months of bliss, and then his life had been turned upside down by a traitorous manservant. He and his beloved Isabel had been flogged in public, and then he had been assigned here, forced to leave. A deep kiss, my nipple skilfully plucked, she fully penetrated me and grazed that spot mercilessly. The jolt made my thighs tremble, the vicious unwinding of tension bucked my hips, forced my perineum into spasm, and clamped my erection deep into Markus. Molten lava at my core burst its banks and I bucked uncontrollably. Loud groans, a squeal of surprise, and the swell of pulsating muscles delivered too many days’ worth of my seed into his bowels. I devoured the vicious intensity with all. ?Well, the last time I saw her she was in very high heels and the two guys had electric probes to keep her in line. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties underneath the short skirt and tube top she as wearing. They kept giving her jolts to get her to comply? they were being very mean to her, and in public too.?She had cuff irons on her wrists and ankles, and a tight collar around her neck. Clearly they were keeping her chained up when they weren’t using her. They had welded a chain to the collar.