She felt like a bitch in heat, panting over Hunter, the biggest philandering dog she'd ever met. He knew nothing of fealty, of trust and love. He was ...rue to one thing, and one thing only, the rising of his own cock at the smell of any female. He wanted little but his own pleasure and he'd proven that to her many times in the five years that she'd known him.She walked toward the house, closing the door as he pulled away from the stairs and headed down toward the gate. He'd made it in on his. Something that I never want to do. But today was different, after last night I needed to feel her tongue again. After a hour of play and I knew she was hunger, I grabbed the jar of peanut butter and headed to my room. Lady running behind me, hungry and ready for food. This time I stripped down and jumped on the bed, patting at it to let Lady know it is okay to jump on. Then I put the peanut butter all over my cock like the night nefore. Oh Lady I moaned as she went to work licking my cock. She. I made myself fascinating. I learned she was new. Would you like some more wine? Some veggies and dip? Play her like the cello. Here’s the wine. Have a sip. Stop it! Get on with it. ‘The cello is richer than the violin,’ I said. ‘Not that I’ve got anything against violins!’ God, I’m a whore. Bill Hamilton came by and I introduced them. She definitely wasn’t his type. Even Bill could tell how she held onto that little smile and stood half a stride out of the conversation. There was more. She was. Panting heavily, the man pulled the door open, its well oiled hinges making no sound, his Armani shoes quiet against the carpeted floor of the reading room.Getting closer, he could smell her untouched youth; almost feel his hands against her soft skin. Grinning broadly, unable to stop himself, the man all but pounced. One hand grabbed the back of the Asian girl's neck as the other reached around and grabbed the front of her shorts as she let out an ear-splitting scream.Without a moment's.