I just closed my eyes and whispered, Oh, yeah, fuckme, Boss. And he did. He plowed into my tight ass so deep that only hisbig balls kept him from goin...further. When he pulled out, he erupted allover my back, even gettin some splooge on the Hummer's engine. Don'tworry I'll get that cleaned up, Sir. Forget it, young man, now it's yourfuckin turn. And he meant it literally. He stuck his head under the hoodand positioned his ass to get fucked. Yes, Sir, whatever you say, Boss.After that, he made. .. here.The bus pulled to a busy downtown intersection. People rushed to get on, punctuated by the occasional groping hand shooting out into the crowd. A few people entered before she did, but her entrance was none the less captivating. She walked a few steps forward and stopped a foot away from Adrian, noting there were no longer places to sit. She stood, her disappointment clear.She was wearing another shoulder-less top, much to Adrian's glee. It was a deep purple color, short-sleeved, with a. Callie was silent, her eyes taking everything in.In a large, airy living room, the floor cool from glazed tiles, the furniture dark wood and intricate, Pedro rose from a couch with an easy smile.“Hunter, mi amigo,” he exclaimed, extending his hand.I shook it. Pedro hadn’t aged at all. Tall, with gray-streaked dark hair and still-dark mustache, he looked like a wealthy landowner.He studied me. Then turned his attention to Callie. “I am Pedro Margules,” he said.“Callie,” she answered, shaking his. I crave being hurt sometimes. He has no idea how much I want him to take complete control and do whatever he pleases to me. He disappeared into our bedroom while I began to clean up the kitchen. He called for me just as I was turning the dishwasher on. I entered our bedroom where I saw several different things on our bed and his nightstand. He walked up behind me, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and tipped my head back. His other hand went around my throat where he started putting firm pressure.