He kisses my shoulder where it slopes up to my neck. I don’t want to be angry. Not with him. I lean back. I tilt my head. I close my eyes. His teeth...lightly scrape my throat. ‘Say it again.’ ‘No.’ My refusal escapes my mouth in a whimper. ‘See how easy it is.’ His moist tongue flicks my neck. His lips softly clamp my neck where he licked it. He suckles, strokes my arm again. His other hand moves down my waist, takes hold of my inner thigh where it connects with my groin. I part my thighs. ...which myself could ever refuse. A wonderful feeling inside of me has gone out completely to weaken me .Something I quite got confused with, my very body's response into his touch.She confides in.He had a gun but he approached to me, in his very sensual way,without any force.And I was lucky he did not use it at me.Though I hid it, beneath the bushes behind us when he left me.To find a good spot. When I ran for my escape.With those fresh scenes of their short lovemaking, it didn't stopped. "Jessica," he whispered, "take my seed, darling."He was almost begging me, imploring me.All the money in the world couldn't have stopped me.My mouth opened, as wide as I could make it, and the Duke continuedflexing inside me, his cock slowly softening, beginning its slippingjourney out of my pussy. I began to moan my disappointment, but in aheartbeat it changed.Peter groaned, a deep throaty masculine sound, and his hand sped up onhis cock, and the first shot of his cum hit me, right on my. .."I took the phone away from my ear at about that point, so I could still hear her blubbering away, but couldn't quite get what she was saying. Been there done that, got a tee-shirt with Donna's picture, crying into the phone. Doesn't fit any more, but I still keep it to mop up spilled milk, if you know what I mean. Then she stopped and said "Kay? Say something! And that old guy in the sailboat looked so ... I was so worr..."I broke in at that point. "Are. You. Finished?" I was boiling by.