Her hands roamed over me, clasping at my strained biceps, gripping at my shoulders as I pushed my cock deep into her in a series of full lunges. Revel...ing in this second wind, I fucked her hard enough to make her soft body shake; her breasts shuddered as I drove into her. “Yes, yes, show him how I like it.” Lowering her legs, her hands gripping the taut gluts of my arse and she dug her nails in to take charge. The pain made me reel instinctively, “Jesus!” I pushed my swollen cock into her. Cassie moaned with my probing of her ass. I knew she loved anal. I reached my hand around and coated my two fingers in her juices and started rubbing it in her starfish. As I was doing this I said “like it when I finger your ass” and “you love it when you get your ass filled don’t you” Cassie would only moan in response. I kept working her ass with my finger making sure that it was good and loose. While I was working her ass she felt a huge orgasm building in her loins she started rocking. Her birthday was on Sunday, and on Monday morning, when she came downstairs to go to work, he told her she was not to come back to that house. As far as he was concerned, she was dead. After he said that, he refused to acknowledge her. She said she was on her knees on the floor, begging him to talk to her, but he wouldn't even look at her.Her mother was just as bad. When she tried to go up to her room to pack a bag, her mother told her that they had paid for everything up there and they weren't. Catrina Balieu was the most beautiful member of his staff. He hoped this meant she had her choice of lovers in New York, so she wouldn’t be lured into Andreas Toscano’s sex trap in the Nevada desert. It was a story he wished he could disregard, but as publisher and editor of America’s most respected architectural journal, Chesney knew Toscano’s work had to be addressed. He had a growing stack of mail from subscribers wanting to know when the magazine would review Toscano’s experimental.