At this rate they wouldn’t even be able to make the short distance to the bed. She reached down for his belt buckle and fumbled clumsily with the u...familiar metal, eager to peel back the fabric and get down to the fleshy fruit of his body, all hot blood and gradually-tightening muscles. But he stopped her, gripping her small wrists in his hands swiftly. She gasped aloud in surprise as he pressed her up against the cool bedroom wall, holding her still as he laid deep, sucking kisses from behind. “I didn’t tell you to pick it up,” Wendy said, “kneel and eat it without using your hands.” Thehumiliated girl bent over and began gingerly eating the cold food off the plate.*****BAM! BAM! BAM! The loud knock at the door jarred Brittany out of her thoughts as she pulledup the skirt. “You got 5 minutes,” Wally said through the door. Brittany could hear him talkingto another girl as he walked away and she wondered how many were trapped into working here.She pulled on the small shirt and winced. In fact, I think I did. His hips did not phase any. He was just as forcefully as he did my pussy. I felt as if I would throw up if he kept up.He pushed me down on the bed as his cock slipped from my ass. I turned around and pushed him onto the bed. I straddled on top of him taking him within me once again. My hips moving in waves as ocean tide would have on the beach.His hands grabbing my bouncing breast."Call out to me. Call out to me Eva" He groaned.Ones hips moving at the same pace of the. Destroyed everything in my life, destroyed our love, and destroyed how I was trying to build her company and her father’s company. Destroyed all the sacrifices I had made to make her proud of me! But something went wrong. Somehow, when I wrote about how many times Susan and I had visited Rosewood Canyon during our first three years . . . well it started me thinking about how many times we had visited it after John died. During that first year, without John’s help and assistance I began working.