Not when there was something she wanted.Glass shattered and the door bent and the men fell in her wake, and now she was inside. At first she was dazed...by the bright lights, the loud music, the overlapping scents and the screams of the patrons as she loped into the lobby. The kid at the front desk looked up from his phone, frozen in shock. She leapt onto the counter and snarled, and he ran. Rather than follow, she went after another scent. Someone had come this way just a minute ago. A woman.... She opened her mouth and let the head of my rod slip into her mouth, and licked my knob ever so gently. Slowly she let a little bit of my cock creep into her mouth at a time. First she let the whole nine inches slide into her mouth, and to the back of her throat, where she harshly swallowed and sent me spiraling into exctasy. After a couple good swallows she pulled back a bit and gripped my dick at the base, she slowly began to rub it gently back and forth, while slurping with her mouth at the. A few drunk-dials over the next couple of months didn't do much for my dignity, but then those stopped, too. I was depressed.I told my family what happened, the short but truthful version. There was no way I could sweep the breakup under the rug. My parents didn't make it much easier on me-they loved Maria, but they saw I was suffering, and were as supportive as they could be while still reminding me that I had screwed up. My dad, a man of few words and strong convictions, said: "You screwed up. It is not the most comfortable ride in a kilt." "Please, Ian. I would be most grateful to you if you would come." "Well, ma'am, I suppose I could saddle up another pony. Just give me a few minutes." So Ian prepped another horse for the ride and Lady Gordon waited patiently, eyeing him the whole time. Together they rode out onto the moors. They talked about the lands and the game on the estate. "Ian, you are out ghillie's son, are you not?" "Yes, ma'am. Born and raised on the estate. I am good.