It shot up her forearm, toward her shoulder."Oh, that's not good" Rachel whispered to herself.Then she saw a bruise just below her left elbow, and a s...cond later, a slight, but nasty looking bent."We will get you out here in a minute," the man said worriedly."My arm is broken," Rachel announced.The man pulled the door harder. It didn't even budge. Rachel looked down to see if the cast was damaged. There was no way to find out. Her lower body was covered with large pieces of the broken. I stepped forward, wrapping my hands around her waist, pressing my nakedness to hers, my stiff member nestled in between the globes of her ass. Nuzzling her neck, I said, “You look beautiful, this morning, sweety.” “And you look horny!” she answered back, pressing her ass against my hardness.“Do you blame me?” I replied between neck kisses. My hands slid up her body, cupping her ample, freckled breasts, my fingertips grazing her areola’s, my eyes taking in her reflection, the scene, indeed,. "I'm staying in town, in Baltimore, for the night," he said. "Supposing I came back by tomorrow, in the harsh light of day. Perhaps while your little charges are off in school? By then, I could give you a comment or two about your manuscript." You're going to stay up and read it into the wee hours?" I won't come by until lunch time," he said. "You can make me lunch."She wanted him.God damn it, he's oily and so cocksure that I'd like to just tell him to go fuck himself! But what I really want is. Know they all belong to me. She dangled the keys in my face and said your next on my list. Now beg me to take away your cock and balls. Now offer me your key as a sign of servitude and devotion. I humbly knelt there and offered my manhood to this store clerk I had just met a short time ago. I heard a clicking sound to my side and glanced over and saw Mistress taking pictures with her cell phone. Then I felt another backhand to my face. The clerk slapped me and said look at me. You belong to me..