The next time he moves, pressing into me, it’s harder and the moan that erupts from me doesn’t even sound like something that would come from my t...roat. It’s wonton, hypersexual. I feel the need to move so I writhe beneath my lover’s hard body, my hands roaming as his pace quickens.His teeth graze my neck and my body is covered in goosebumps as he closes them and sucks at my skin. There’s nothing I can do but to grasp at him, my freshly manicured nails digging into his shoulders as his thrusts. ” She tossed him the ball. “Come on - it’s only 1, and we’ve got the whole afternoon.”Ryan looked at her. She was sweaty, her white sports bra now tinged with gray patches, her cleavage rising and falling with her breath. He held the ball in front of him, then acted like he was checking his own watch.A moment later, the hairs on the back of his neck rose. “How about this,” he said as he knew the H-waves were moving on his skin. “If I win - we stop for the day, and you go out with me to a. Jerry reached under her arms and lifted her to the very soft seat and said, "So ya mean last summer?" he laughed looking at the shocked look on her face and wondered why someone as beautiful as this had no one in her life. He knew more than ever, that he needed to be with this beautiful lady."Are you trying to charm me?" She said looking at him with a slight hint of lust in her lonely eyes. "Because if you are, it's beginning to work!" She added giving him a tiny wink with her right eye. "And. —With that they left. I laid there and cried. I was hungry. I wanted to go home. I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t. Everytime I would get close, I would shiver and wake up from the shaking. Hours after they left, I peed on the table. My muscles cramped, my back ached. I would have done anything to get off the table. When they finally came in, the room stunk, and I was in pain. I was so tired that everything seemed otherworldly. --God it stinks in here. Slave, why did you make a mess?—I didn’t.