What woman wouldn’t want to live here? What woman wouldn’t want to be his? None, that’s who.He made his way up to his stairs so that he could as...end and go to bed. He hated those stairs at that moment. Sure, they were as beautiful as the rest of his giant house, his mansion, but why did there have to be so many stairs. He grumbled at it, before climbing them to his second floor. The overview from the hallway to his lower levels was just as beautiful as being down there. He loved his mansion.. Um. I mean, I haven’t been here long. Only long enough to have a glass of wine.’ I looked into his beautiful eyes, realizing they were more green now than blue, a kind of hazel. This long-awaited moment was almost overwhelming. His hands reached for mine, covering them easily. I could feel their strength. He was still so masculine that it filled my senses. Inside, I felt the stirring of something long held in check. He leaned to kiss my cheek, the brush of his lips against my skin enough to. One day I decided to go a little further. When she got out, I took her by the hair and pulled her into the woods. I had grabbed her panties from the car first. I instructed her to take off her shoes and stockings. She did so with a frightened look on her face. I tied her to a tree with her stockings, her back to the tree. I shoved the panties in her mouth. I opened her blouse and her front opening bra, her 40D tits spilling out. I bit and sucked at her nipples driving her wild. I pulled on them. But she acted very disgusted.But I did not let go of her head and kept pushing it towards my dick. After a bit of resisting, she finally opened her mouth and took it inside her mouth. She didn’t give a great blowjob, I made her gag with my dick on her mouth just for a couple of seconds. I then kissed, again made her suck my dick for some time so that I had good lubrication.I asked her if she wanted me to go down her. She refused my offer. So, I positioned myself in the missionary position, put.