On some issues, we had big fights too. But before things could get worse my parents sent him to another city for higher studies.He was a good student....I stayed at home. This was a relief for me as now I can do all my work without his interference. But as time passed I felt his absence around me. Although he was used to fighting with me, his excellence was very useful. His advice was helpful.To be honest, I missed him because I had no one to fight with me and I was alone at home. But very soon I. You pull me up by my hair and let him sit on the ottoman and then you shove my head down on his cock and continue to fuck my ass. I pull off his cock and tell you that I am sore, so you pull me up and drag me to the bedroom and you tell me to sit on your cock backwards in my ass and you tell him to fuck my pussy, I position myself on your cock and it hurts but my pussy is oozing thinking about what is going to happen and that is when he sticks his fat cock into my pussy, I feel like I am so. Eventually Patrick closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and when they open they are once again bright and warm. Neither of us need to stop in the locker rooms so we walk together quietly to the garage. It's a bit awkward, and I feel the need to escape into the safety of my car as quickly as possible. My heart is racing and my brain is spinning from just this brief interaction. My job often puts me in contact with attractive and powerful men, but none have ever had this effect on me. We are. Then again, his enslavement by Madeline had been far worse, so concubinage had been a step upward.When Lyle made it to the Civil Service area, he met the department head, or commanding officer, whatever one wished to call her. Fiona O'Keefe was actually from New Zealand, but her Irish heritage was unmistakable, with her auburn hair and sea-green eyes. Her accent was also music to Lyle's ears, though he still loved Kat most of all. Still ... they not only hadn't been exclusive, they had been.