Idly reaching down to give myself a scratch to relieve the ticking my hands encountered a smooth area of soft silky hair where my penis usually rests.... sat bolt upright in the bed in sudden panic. A swinging sensation on my chest suddenly registered as uncomfortable. Directly across from my bed I could see a dressing table mirror, looking back at me out of it was a young brunette with a startled expression on her face. I remember hearing her scream as a darkness overcame me.I came too, I guess. You're interesting, not like the bimbos I bring here.” “ I'm glad you think I'm different and not a bimbo,” I said, but still didn't trust him. “So, does that mean I can stay here and write and you won't try to make me into one of your slaves.” “ I don't want a slave. I want someone who is not afraid of me.” “ I don't believe you. I think you want power over me because there's a demon in you that hates women. I'm a challenge and you still want to conquer me.” “ No, that's not true. I want. ..and we had done so yesterday morning. As we arrived back home (about 7.30am and still pretty dark outside), I was mega horny, so whilst in the kitchen (with the lights full on), I grabbed DJ from behind and pulled down her lycra gym leggings. Without much build up I then bent her over, pulled down my shorts and just got on with banging into her as hard as I could from behind. She had her hands outstretched and was leaning forward whilst holding onto the kitchen worktop, and because I love to. I locked her phone, and left the room as fast as I could when I heard her shower turn off.As soon as I got back to my room, I spent the rest of the evening looking through her pictures. Ashlynn was thin sweet and petite, her B+ or maybe C cup tits looked yummy! Like two grapefruits, round and firm, with nice perky nipples that made my mouth water, and her ass was super large for her frame. Damn thing was like a shelf.There was a really good one with a skimpy pink bikini, but my favorite was a.