“What you are asking is impossible.”“It cannot be!” Cory took another step.“Who are you?” the Head Trainer leaned forward, as if he was tr...ing to make Cory’s face in the semi darkness. The evil limbs of light could not offer much illumination.“I am Cory the servant,” Cory replied. “You killed my friends! You killed Lucas! And I love him!”“Ah, you are the mistake,” the Head Trainer stood back. “Is she really thinking I am impressed by her spawn? The least she could do was to send someone who. Is it uncivilized? Yes. But it reins in my urges. This undertaking has been too long in the making for me to ruin it by acting on impulses. Instead, I watch and I wait.Waiting for things, decidedly, is not my strong suit. But I am the Michael-fucking-Angelo of destroying things. She will be my greatest work of art.When I bring her down, it will be on my terms, with my plan, and utterly to my benefit. Some people call that egotistical.I call it fucking poetic.Her entire existence is built on the. Connie matched his movements. "I love the way you move," he said. He kept his pace as steady as he could, and was unable to stop dropping kisses on her face and neck. Connie couldn't talk, too overwhelmed by the emotional and physical sensations washing over her. Simon whispered something and almost before she realized it, he had rolled to his back, keeping her with him. "You're absolutely beautiful," he said. He ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts. She gasped his name as his. One evening after we had eaten I was washing up and Tony was drying the pots. I noticed how muscular his arms where and commented on them, showing him my skinny arms in a bicep pose.He laughed and said I would need to join him at the gym.My little cock twitched, I had never thought of him being sexy but standing with him in the kitchen, I felt attracted to him.He said I had gorgeous hair and that it was better than a lot of girls hair. We joked and laughed as he said, “you remind me of that.