I paid for my beer, drank off the foam and followed him to a table off to the side. He sat with his back to the wall; I was exposed to the whole room....I felt my skin crawling as I watched him size me up."I can use a man like you," he said, making an odd motion with his mouth as if a nerve in his face did not work right.I drank and leaned back."Well," he said."Doing what?" I asked. "I got a job." Soldiering," he said. "My militia company. We shares what we takes, and we take plenty, plenty of. I went and got my camera again, and took several pictures of her frigging herself, legs and cuntlips spread wide, her fingers busy on her clit, and her face flushed with her need.When she was going good, I put my drink down and told her to stop. She didn’t want to, of course, so I grabbed both of her hands, and we did a little more training on obedience, including the instant “Yes, Master” that I wanted whenever I spoke to her. I let go of her hands as soon as she stopped struggling, and made. The woman, she reported back, is a film professor from Mississippi and he’s a paramedic from Tucson. She’d been buying a necklace and he’d stepped in to bargain down the price.”“I thought they were on their honeymoon,” I admitted.“Here’s something interesting,” volunteered Curtis. “‘Honeymoon’ in Spanish is like in English, but it doesn’t have anything to do with the moon or honey,”His twin poked his side. “Mr. Americano, so unromantic. You make honey under the moon, right, Mom?”Tonight, Curtis. “Fuck you’re tight!” Kentih yelled over Brooke’s screaming as he gripped her harder pounding away making the room echo with the sounds of her ass clapping against his hips. He watched as she reached out grabbing the sheets trying to brace herself against his relentless pounding.Brooke could not control herself as she felt her body give in and her orgasm hit her like an unexpected wave from the ocean of pleasure. Her legs buckled and she felt herself going down.“No you don’t. Put your ass on.