Many times she had smiled when she noticed me glaring at her. A few times the lust in her eyes betrayed her professional composure, when I noticed her...gazing at me. She had insisted on addressing me as Mr. Renard, rather than by my first name, from the moment we were introduced. The few times I had insisted that she address me as, Gil, she had reminded me that she wanted to keep our work relationship professional. However, her eyes told another story. She was afraid of addressing me by my. I lowered my boxer and took her hand to touch my dick. She didn’t touch at first.So I rubbed my dick deep in her ass crack and pressed her boobs and nipples hard and kissed on her neck. She was losing her strength. After 10 minutes of struggle, I again placed her hand on my dick. She held it for the 1st time.I understood she gave up to me. I was pressing her boobs and kissing more on her back and neck. Finally, she started to hold and rub my dick telling this is not correct. I turned her around. I try not to be frustrated by it, but I don’t know how. I think it hurts her more than anything to know that some of us just don’t care. Because when you think about it, the party’s not about her, it’s about us. It’s about all of us being a family. It’s about us working together, loving each other, making the world a better place and getting together to celebrate that. She must feel good when we get it right. It makes me feel good just to try. If you want to come, you’re welcome. We’d love to. She quickly took stock of her situation, hands tightly bound in front of her, ankles now with a hobble tie between them and the man who had hauled her up had a sturdy pole that was tied to a noose around her neck. There were men walking from even further down the road towards them and Rayne guessed that they had been there in case one of them had managed to make a run for it. She took it all in, understanding that this was no random ambush by simple robbers. The big man smiled thinly as he.