He sits and then gestures for me to do the same, then slightly parts his legs so that when I sit I’m almost in his lap. If I had been expecting smal... talk I would have been in for a shock. He got right to the point. “I am going to fuck you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to gather your things. Is your vehicle locked?” I could only nod dumbly. “Good. So let’s go-your car will be fine until tomorrow.” He rose and headed toward the door. Should I follow him? Of course my feet. "You have a choice," I told her. "You can submit to me and be my whore. Or I can take you anyways. I really don't care. Either way, I'm going to fuck you."I thrust my cock into her pussy before she could react. She cried out in pain, her voice sweet music to my ear. She tried to fight, but I was stronger than her. I pumped my cock in her pussy, shoving it deep, reveling in my control over her.Her fingernails raked at my claws. I seized them, and pinned them over her head. My hips thrust. Her. Meine Haare sind heute weiß gebleicht und ich trage eine Brille, die ich eigentlich nicht brauche. Aus der Jeans und dem Rollkragenpulli meiner ersten Tage in meinem Geschäft wurde Massanzug und Lederschuhe. Der junge Mann von vor fünf Jahren liegt schon lange hinter mir. Doch meine Liebe zu ihr ist nach wie vor frisch, wie am ersten Tag. Ich muss sie einfach besitzen, muss sie erobern und sie vollkommen mit mir vereinen. Ich packe ihre Sachen in den Kofferraum und lasse sie auf der Rückbank. His acceptance into this one was through a combination of strength, wisdom and guile.Rather than talk to the headman, he handed the bag with the ivories to the headman's wife. Then he sat tailor fashion across the fire from the headman. The wife sat next to her mate and opened the bag.Surprised, she leaned to her mate and showed him the contents.Neither spoke, they looked the question.He began, "My heart is heavy, I have no laughter in my lodge."My furs are cold, I have no one to share them."I.