"Let's step into the conference room." Mark led Stevie over to the private room, wondering how he should approachthings. First thing he wanted to know...for sure was how much Stevie knew.He was sure if he knew the nature of his relationship with Lysa though,she would ruin him at the paper. He had to appease her somehow -- sharesomething with her. "Stevie, I'm not sure if you know it or not, but I'm working on sort of abig project on the side for a story I'm hoping to write. Actually,probably a. Even the idea of serving at a party sounded hot as hell to me. Guysgroping my ass, women laughing because they knew what I was. It wasexactly what I wanted, and it hadn't even occurred to me until now."Missy, Ma'am, you are right. I will trust you and Lola to do what'sbest for me." She smiled."Of course, it's not too late to invite some of your co-workers to theparty. So behave!" She gave me a wink, already knowing that I plannedto behave. "Now, the fun begins!" She then snapped on the. I couldn't believe how big he was and he was not even all the way in. He grabbed my waist tighter and shoved more in. He was much thicker and a lot longer than my husband’s dick. The feeling of his naked cock inside me was incredible. I hadn't had one in there this size in quite a while, plus that piece of hard meat was so much hotter. He started fucking me faster than any man. I felt the tip of his cock deep inside touching my cervix. I felt an orgasm building and tried to hold it back. I. “You’ve read about me.”“Well, I kind of like you. Until I found out you were a fucking horse thief.”“I really don’t want your horse, Annie.”“But that article?”“Marketing. Controlling my image, the fucking interview was scripted.”“Your dad?”“Yeah. He means well, but doesn’t really get me.”I couldn’t imagine how the scion of Australian riding royalty had come to see her fairy-tale life as a gilded cage. “It’s not fun anymore, is it, Sarah?”“It is here, Annie. Not having to act my way through.