Jose was gracious too.“Thanks for letting me be your first,” he said. “I hope you enjoyed it.”I laughed, “I’m sure you know I did!”“Ye...,” said Jose, “and, Kerrie, you are a natural. Perhaps we could do it again sometime.”“I’d like that,” I said.“I’ll look forward to that, ciao,” Jose responded with a big smile.Once they had left, Gemma turned her attention to me.“How do you feel?” she asked, solicitously.“A bit sore and a mess,” I admitted with a laugh, “but god that was an incredible. Learn to be a little more relaxed. Don't be in such a rush. Take your time in going from one thing to another. Instead of just rushing into it, ask me first if I want to go somewhere and have a seat where we can talk comfortably." Well, what if I really am in a rush?" Well, then it's fine for you to be in a rush, but are you in a rush? Is there some place you have to be in the immediate future?" Well, no." Then take it easy. That's one of those cultural things. Mind you, this is only a general. He pulled out and my body bucked up, wanting him back inside. He pushed in with more force causing me to moan loudly.He went like this, a slow steady rhythm until animalistic lust took over and soon was pounding me with everything he could. I whimpered and moaned the pleasure too much for my body. He growled, stopping momentarily, before he flipped me onto my hands and knees.He pushed back in, making my body move forward a little. He gripped my hair and started to pound me. He was hitting the. Your name is Donald Jefferson Bartlett, the Third – well actually the Second, since your grandfather was Donald Thomas Bartlett. You served in the Army Logistics Corps, but you’d like everyone to think you were some kind of Special Forces. That’s what Annie thought when she married you.” Don stood up and leaned across the table. “Who the fuck are you! Whoever you are, I’m not taking your shit!” “I’m a concerned passer-by, Don, who happens to know the truth.” He looked him in the eye and spoke.