She didn't even want the credit cards. They were no substitute for her husband's love.She felt alone, although she was crammed in a crowded elevator. ...he rode it up to the sixth floor, being squashed by noisy animated people whose lives she sensed were a lot fuller than her own.She walked down the hall, stopped at the door to Ryan's office. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob and went inside.For a moment, she had second thoughts, but seeing Kate, Ryan's little blonde secretary, made her. She wiggled, stirring her pussy around my dick. She looked over her shoulder at me, pleasure spilling across her face.“I am so sorry, Master,” she panted. “Does this help make you feel better.”“You’re not moving,” I groaned, cupping Nathalie’s ass and pulling her closer to my right side. “Bad slave,” Nathalie said and gave Zanyia a quick smack on the rump.The lamia’s pussy clenched down hard on my dick. I groaned at that sweet delight. Then she rose up my shaft, squeezing the entire time. Her. I felt a little sorry for him, but couldn't help but feel ecstatic at the same time. A month! I kept thinking to myself. Assuming he was being honest with me, which might be a big assumption, he was without sex for a month. I also felt sorry for the poor girl who could no longer enjoy his big dong.Getting a little bolder for the third pose, I asked Peter if he would again sit facing me, but this time if he could face me with his arms behind his back."Do you want me to keep my legs spread. “What the fuck is it with you emo bitches always wanting to be fucking vampires?” he asked as he threw her on the unused bed. He was on her in a second, pinning her to the bed with one large mitt as he ripped her soaked thong off her, her skirt still pulled up to her hips. Then he reached up and pulled down her top, forcing it under her perky breasts as he tore the top slightly. She gasped as he lowered his mouth to hers and forced his tongue deep into her mouth, twining it around hers as his.