”“You’re lucky to have Samson taking care of your machines. He’s very good at what he does. From what I’ve heard of him, he’s a big fan of...yours.”Her eyebrows climbed up high enough to be hidden by her bangs. No one knew about Samson except for a very elite few. He had been the boy next door and had come to her father’s help when his identity had been stolen. They were friends, not lovers, but she valued his friendship immensely.“You know Samson?”Peter answered, “I know of Alan Barton, known. Taking my right hand and sliding it down my stomach slowly, tingling in pleasure. Mmmm... My index and middle finger reach my plump throbbing clit, rubbing it in a circle motion slowly. My body began to shutter, and my back arched in pleasant as I played with my tits and virgin pussy. "Mmm Yes, oh God, Oh God" I moan softly, placing a pillow over my head to muffle my moans. I rubbed my fingers up and down my cunt slowly, letting the wetness drench the lips and clit and slowly begin dripping. "I will not marry you, because I will always be second. I cannot compete with someone who owns not simply your body but your actual soul." She counts another ten strokes. "Now, if he gave you to me that would be another matter. But it's taken you five years to admit it was him. I sincerely doubt he or little miss priss would ever hand you over completely." He would — he will." I rush, crawling halfway to her. "Far as he concerned, he gave me ta you back in college." I take a breath and control. I smile at you and say.. Princess.. I had you wet me so it wouldn't hurt.. you look deeply into my eyes and say "Sir, I want it to hurt..."I move between your legs, your legs are up perfectly, just like I like. You feel me pressing up against your little rosebud, just a little pressure, small circles, savoring the anticipation... That moment when I take all you have to give me..I was going to just pound your little ass but I decide to just give you the first inch.. back and forth,, taking your.