No one will ever hear you, but it would annoy me to no end." Lorraine reached up and untied the gag, removing it from his mouth. "Remember what I said... No yelling or I will have to hurt you again." "Please, why are you doing this? Why won’t you let me go?" "You should have done this the easy way, and you wouldn’t be here right now". "Please, I can just leave and walk back to my car. I swear, I’ll never tell anyone what happened here tonight". As he was talking, Lorraine moved a little farther. I write, I work with computers, some basic assassination, even the occasional axe murder," he said with a smile when she jerked her head up, looking at him. "OK, I am kidding about the assassination part. I am a free spirit. An artist if you will. Really, I dabble," he said, trying to convince her."So how do you afford this place?" she asked waving her hand about generally. An apartment this size would have cost a month's salary in New York and she doubted the prices in Paris were any less. The softness of her soaking pussy enveloping him as she bounced atop his steel, the pillowy flesh quaking with each powerful thrust, face screwed up in desire as he unleashed into her squishing insides. Perhaps she was imagining the sound of their orgasms echoing from the walls too.She drifted down slowly from her peak and opened one eye, then the other, raising her head a fraction, like a meerkat in an enclosure, grinning at Ryan's solid erection. Plucking her fingers from her panties, she. Her mother and sister were always making subtle comments trying to give her the opportunity to open up to them. But she remained stoic. Martin had worn her self-esteem so far down that for the most part she was convinced that the life she was living was what she deserved. No longer though, she had woken up and found herself again and was not going to be bound in her sham of a marriage. During the morning she had distracted herself by making some calls in regards to the charity for which she was.