He was called Tommy the Turtle because he always ducked back into his shell when trouble started; like a turtle. If the city police got too interested...in his business, he'd change the bar he worked out of and cut back on getting new customers. I knew he'd have to be there fairly early if he was collecting from people when they got off work.Tommy was sitting in a wrap around booth against the back wall. He was dressed to the nines wearing a deep blue silk shirt, a lot of gold chains around his. She growled back.He released her, rapidly tearing off his shirt. She hesitated for a moment, but soon started crawling away. This time, it was purely a tease. His discipline was intoxicating.She was almost to the other side of the bed when his hand latched onto her ankle and jerked her back, causing her to fall face first into the sheets. He dragged her body back to him as he worked off his pants. Squirming only proved to tighten his grip, digging his fingers painfully into her flesh.He climbed. OK, I guess. She threw her top to the side of the pool. I had a moment of intents joy and triumph. I would finally get to see her bare titties. I restarted our game of wrestling and took every opportunity to rub her body on mine. I felt her tits run across my legs, chest and face. Inside my swim trunks, my dick was hard as a rock. I was hoping to masturbate before we went inside, but a sudden storm moved in. We ran inside as it started to rain. We went into the bathroom, and as we always did,. Heading my horse down the hilltop towards it the woods and brush seemed to close in on me only allowing brief peeks of sunlight thru its density. The humidity of the woods closed in on me as I fought my way thru marking my way until I suddenly found a large clearing.The sounds of the woods seemed to echo all around me with birds singing and insects clicking happily. There on the eastern side was a 20-foot cliff of rock that seemed to bend around the clearing like a horseshoe. The rock was.