George was slender and of medium build with short hair. He had a tattoo of a dragon down his left arm. It was a hold over of his younger days as a fan...of fantasy literature. He had rough hands that advertized he earned a living working with his hands. Some folks might have been put off by his appearance, but the expression on his face gave him a friendly happy look.“Can’t complain,” Burl answered.“What can I do for ya?”Burl said, “I heard you were painting.”“Yep. The old battle axe wants me to. After I'd serve him drinks he would sit me down on the couch next to him and put his arm around my shoulder. Sometimes he would push me head down onto his hard cock and I would suck him as he pulled my skirt up and played with my ass. Whenever he did this I knew that he wanted to fuck me and he would fuck me right then and there on the couch. As I've said, he was quickly learning that I was his sissy slut. One night he decided to test me. I brought him his drink and he pulled me down next. Finally, he answered. "I don't think so." Hmmm," I hummed."Ashley, will you marry me?"I smiled. "Jeff, will you marry me?"We both laughed and I buried my head in his chest."So, how do we do this?" I asked."Dinner at my house. What's your poison?" Ohhh, I loved Sam's chili. Can you make that?"He smiled. "We can make that. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" No, but what's wrong with tonight? I can't wait. The anticipation is making my nerves raw."I realized I was bouncing."The beans have to. If this was some sort of test, Amaya was dedicated to show she could exert iron control over her own body.She was controlling herself fine until the final scene of the movie. The two main characters stripped down to roll around on a marble floor for one last sex scene before the woman tried to kill the man. Amaya’s breathing quickened as the woman stripped off her black lace bra and she was moaning again at the broad muscular back of the man.Amaya might have been able to control herself if.