“OW OW SHIT!” I yelped. “sorry” he said. He gave it a second to let me adjust and said “are we good?” I said yes. And he took that as his ...ue to start fucking the shit out of me. This was different than last times as he was fucking me with a fury. He was grabbing my ass and reaching under me and grabbing my tits and hips. At one point he grabbed my hair and bent over on top of me and whispered “you like that you fucking bitch.” in my ear. “oh god yes.” I replied. This egged him on. “You like. Uh, excuse me. I just packed some clothes for now. You gonna do as you're told for two days?' She didn't answer, so I started the car and we rolled.Back at the flat she was like a zombie, let herself be settled on the couch while I hauled her stuff in and got Gary's old room ready. I looked through the cases, then put her bathrobe, clean underwear, a pair of sweats, socks too, on the bed, put her bathroom stuff where it was gonna belong. Then I went back to the lounge.'OK, Kelly. Here's what's. I look at the grotesquely illuminated ship again and see Brione discussing something with two of his bodyguards. He seems quite animated and points towards my boat from time to time. Perhaps he’s thinking of boarding my yacht to reclaim the girl? An act of piracy in Greek waters would be more trouble than even someone like Brione would want, especially over a woman he can easily replace. He’s probably one of those people who can’t stand to lose at anything, right down to rock paper scissors.. As we were travelling along I-25; Allison noticed a sign for historical site on the old Oregon Trail. The name for the site is Ayers Naturel Bridge; she asked if we could stop, I told her on the way back we will. As promised we stopped on our way home. Ayers Natural Bridge is a beautiful oasis in the middle of the high desert of Wyoming. After driving five miles down a county road we come to a little canyon. This place is amazing; red sand stone canyon with stream running through the park. This.