As she sat down we were once again facing each other, only this time there was a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. In a matter of seconds...we went from gentle loving kisses to hot passionate making out. Our breathing became more and more ragged to the point that we had to stop every once in a while to catch our breath.Once again Becky pulled back, leaving me worried this time that we were done. To my surprise she reached up under her sweater and released her bra, taking it off. Well, since we were the only ones in the bar and the bartender was not around I said "sure" and standing there next to him I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down (and they were wet from my excitement), stepped out of them, reached down, picked them up and put them on the bar in front of him. He was shocked I did this and just stared at me so I lean toward him and kissed him on the cheek again. As I sat back down I again made sure I was facing him and my skirt rode up again, but I. His breath hot and wild against your slick skin as he growls in your ear. Barely able to breathe, you whimper as his grip on your hair tightens and you feel his strength. The sensations so dangerously intense. A raw hunger, the likes you have never felt with any other, yet always safe. Lost to him as you as his rampant thrusts reach a crescendo. With a final thrust, he swells inside you and groans before you feel the wetness as his creamy cum paints the walls of your aching, quivering. Marchio. Mr. Marchio-she knew so little about her future father-in-law. What she did know was that he was insanely rich-and with money came power, and he had lots of both. Mr. Marchio was notorious in New York, which inevitably bled into him being infamous in New Jersey, where she lived. She knew he owned several ‘legitimate’ businesses, as well as several ‘questionable’ ones. He was easily the richest man in the area, and controlled much of the city, good and bad. Her father just HAD to get.