She pressed herself back into him and wanted him to take her to bed right then, but he wasn’t in any hurry.Leaving her nipples, his hands moved down...and converged just above her pubic hairline. He could feel the coarse curls through her gown and used his fingers again to trace a line following the crease on either side where her legs joined her torso. His fingers met again and the point in the middle just below her pussy and he pressed in a little harder as he retraced the lines going up.Nancy. My mouth still on his helmet and moaned, literally french-kissing his cock.“Stop” he said. “Stand up, I’m going to take you to the back. I’m gonna make a little bitch out of you”.My heart pounded as hard as ever. I was gonna be fucked like a little whore. I was gonna be fucked like a little woman who had no power over the enourmous strength and power of this man. Every part of my body was going to be used to make him feel good.I got out of the space and shuffled through the blinds into the back. My boss’s wife was saying those words to me while her hand found its way into my pant and pulled the skin on my cock.I was daydreaming during work after that half-successful lunch at my boss’s home. I couldn’t get his beautiful and elegant wife out of my head. I wished she had the same thoughts of sharing the bed with me.I wished a message would pop out on my phone from her. My thoughts were getting intense and frequently shagged off imagining pounding her pussy while I play with her saggy. . Hurricane Samuel was a bitch... ... or a bastard... ... or something mean ... like really mean.Hawk’s house was built to withstand far more than Samuel was going to throw at us. With over a week to prepare, I covered all openings with the concrete shutters and door covers, thoughtfully provided by the Dryden’s. I sent the yacht north, out of danger and systematically cleared the property of anything that could be turned into a flying projectile.While all this was going on I took stock of my.