Mare was his pet name for me. It was somehow a diminutive of Mary. As if Mary could get any shorter. I mean Mare even has just as many letters. But, I...liked it when he called me Mare. And filly, the name he called me when we're getting frisky. It made me feel like I was wild horse, running free and only a mighty stallion could tame me. I was still struggling to find a nickname for Mark. In bed, I called him my big stallion. But you couldn't call someone that in public. So I just called him. We are on a busy main road, cars and lorrys are hurtling past, making the car rock when they do, headlights shining into the car, you are moaning so loud I'm surprised they cant hear... then you cum, hard and fast as I'm wanking you off and you clean yourself up and after a few minutes we carry on our way. "Hell I hope hes as hard as that later" I think to myself as you drive towards the city centre. We arrive at the hotel a little later than we had planned, but we still had a short time till. We can’t go back and change things that have already happened.’ Rob said. ‘It’s really funny, but when I forgave Marilyn and hugged her in the courtroom that day, I felt like a huge weight had been taken off my shoulders. I felt a sense of closure and peace come over me. I knew I had done the right thing. Some folks may call it wimpy, but in my heart I knew it was the right thing to do.’ He said ‘Where are you staying?’ he asked ‘No where yet. I thought I’d talk to you first. If you still hated. .don't. Let me go...I swear, I won't tell anyone if you just let me go..." She started to tear up and as a single tear worked its way down her face, I leaned forward and licked it off of her cheek.I looked deep into her eyes and struck what I thought was a thoughtful pose. Finally, I shook my head and laughed, "Nope, can't do that. It's been a little bit since I owned someone down to their soul, I think I'll start with you and then work on the other two. I'll tell you what though, since you.