Heres where everything starts to get good. He pushed me onto my back on the bed. He then got on top of me and pinned me with my hands over my head and...legs held in place with his legs. He moved himself closer and was cock smacking my face. He was leaking shiny pre-cum from the head. He moved in position to force my lips open to taste his manhood. He was so anxious to put that huge cock in my mouth and force my throat to take it. He rammed it down the back of my throat so hard i gagged and my. How long that kiss might have continued, and if it might have developed into something more than just a kiss, we shall never know because the horses began fidgeting and stamping their hoofs. We reluctantly disengaged our lips, and she turned to go.“If you change your mind, M’sieu Jacques, then let me know.” With a cheeky smile, and a wave of her hand, she made her way back towards the château.It was then that an outrageous thought entered my mind. Why should I not stay at Château Blanchar?. I looked up and saw Arnie waving furiously at me, the phone jammed between his shoulder and his ear.Dropping my pen I hurried through into his office.He scribbled one word on a pad in front of him and even upside down I could read the word “Carswell.” So someone, probably Prosser, had been straight on to her.One side of Arnie’s conversation was enough for me to get the idea of what was being said. If our paper had information regarding allegations of corruption in public office we should take. I didnt stop him. My brain was screaming at me Stop this! Tell him no! but my mouth wasnt listening. His eyes held my gaze. We just stood there. It was like he was peering into my soul. He chuckled. You will make a fine mate. He moved his hand to my shoulder. My mind finally caught up with me. No…No please. More of a moan than a plea. He simply smirked. He took his nail and in the exact same location his was, he scratched in a pentagram. The pain was unbearable. I let out of a moan in pain..