I pounded her against the wall. I didn’t hold back. She stirred such a passion in me. Every plunge into her hot cunt had me trembling. Groaning. My ...oes curled into the cold stone as my leg muscles bunched and flexed. I put my all into giving this warrior-woman what she craved.She broke the kiss, moaning, “Sven!”“Yes!” I growled. “You love my cock in you!”“Uh-huh,” she moaned. “Rithi’s inspiring art, yes! Pound me! Make me cum on this dick!”Her citrine eyes shone in the dark right before me.. He felt no pity for the victim. Instead, he savored Cathy’s screams of pain and outrage along with the softer moans of pain that escaped her lips each time his cock rammed into the depths of her womb. Slowly the screams of anger died out, to be totally replaced by moans as the now exhausted Cathy became increasingly incapable of coherent speech. The volume of her moans rose higher and higher, becoming screams of pain, perhaps even screams of arousal, as the power and depth of his thrusts built. By then I was running the gallery almost without Chris's involvement, she still took care of the finances of course, but I had proved myself to her and she trusted me to run things, to build it up, which led to the auction.It was inspired by the huge photograph in Chris's office. I still could not get enough of seeing it, sketching it, getting lost in it. Every so often amongst the pictures and paintings we bought and sold, another work by the same photographer would appear, those I took. The truth be told, I was hoping it would get down to that! Ever since our little escapade a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been getting just plain turned on around him. Doc had given me his address and a small map, to find his place, but I already knew where the street was, and it’s just one block long, so I knew just how long it would take me to get there. Even knowing just where I was going, I couldn’t help myself: I left half an hour earlier than I needed to, just to get there, and I was getting.