"It was a wedding present from her aunt. It's a skeleton key. It's supposed to be able to open any lock."Grace considered disregarding him. She opened...her mouth to tell him he could keep his tall tales to himself, but instead, she asked, "does it work?" Gabby was advised- not to use it. It does more than open doors, from what she was told."Grace snorted."So it's spooky mumbo-jumbo. Great."Grace took the key from Daniel's hands and stuffed it back into her purse. Daniel glared at her."I'm sorry. "Yes, can I help you, miss?" Excuse me, but are you Jonathan Bidwell?" she asked."Yes, I am Jonathan Bidwell how can I help you?"Then she leaned forward a bit. "Pardon me for being so blunt, but are you the one they call Master Jonathan?" she asked softly."Come in," I said, taking her by the arm and pulling her inside. I peeked out the door after she was inside to make sure no one else saw her enter the house, but it was all clear.I shut the door and turned to my visitor. "Now then, who are you. He grabbed her by the hair and held her as he fucked her, bottomed his cock in her pussy and just hunched hard into her, pounding her clit with his ballsac as he hunched and she couldnt stop cumming, her head was floundering in his grasp her eyes on me as her body shook with delight as she came over and over. He grasped her by her shoulders and really began fucking her in long hard strokes then and she moaned aloud, oh damn Jack, thank you baby thank you for letting me fuck him, oh god baby I. "Do you want to see who I'm holding it for?"I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prick up. Something wasn't right."Sure, I said." Keeping him at ease.He nodded a knowing smile then beckoned me to follow. The wind was getting up now and desert sand billowed around my waist as he gestured with his finger drawing me to the back of the gas station."She just won't stop bitching," He grumbled. "All high and mighty; telling me what to do. I don't take orders from women do you hear"I felt.