Chapter 2 Roberto picked Leah up in his silver Aston Martin coup. Leah wasn’t normally the kind of girl who drooled over a man who flexed his automo...ive muscles, but she couldn’t help but grow giddy as she slid into the soft leather bucket seat, her eyes darting around at the lush interior. ‘I had it imported from home,’ he explained, smiling at her with that cocky, oh-so-Italian swagger. ‘I see, you like.’ She just nodded her head, embarrassed yet unable to stop smiling. ‘Let’s go!’ he said,. . ,” she paused, her voice obviously changing the subject. I made a mental note that this was a topic I wanted to return to and explore with her later. Who might she mean? Possibly could it be me?! It sounded very interesting! I had missed some of mom's words in my musing. “. . so do you think you'll name your gal-pal here? Who might she represent in fantasy?”Something clicked in my head, “You said, 'my men', when you said you bought the dildo. Do you think of both your men when you. The driver was a well built, 6 feet guy, he has a dark black skin with huge biceps. The driver was wearing a transparent t-shirt that day, his fit body has turned the actress on it seems. Even she started to observe the driver and checked him for some time. In the halfway, she insisted the driver stop her so that she can sit at the front since she was uncomfortable at the back. That’s to check his erected dick.Yes, the driver’s cock was a huge one, since he’s from rural area his cock was hairy. This time it is better than ever before, because it is his hand that does this to me, not my own. It is my Wolverine who cuts his symbol into my body. This is not the reminder of a sin. It is a reminder of his love for me, and mine for him, and that cuts more deeply than any words. I will never be able to see this scar directly, but only in a mirror, just as I know that I will very seldom hear his love for me in words, but only see it in his actions. But he will see this mark every night.