She knew she couldn't stop him; he was going to fist fuck her no matter what she did. At this point, she wasn't simply feeling submissive, and he was...'t just r****g her, he was making her do things she wouldn't have ever dreamed.Twisting and pushing without much concern for her, his hand slowly sank deeper and deeper. Sonya groaned and tried to relax. His hand was huge and she could feel her tight lips straining around his knuckles, stretching beyond anything she felt before.Several minutes. We drove for maybe 10 minutes before parking in front of what looked like an old warehouse, except for the line running from the door half way down the block! Instead of walking to the back of the line he led me straight to the front door and after a quick chat with the bouncer (they obviously knew each other) walked into the club. It was packed! I had never seen so many people in one area before. Leaning down close to my ear he told me to just keep walking forward, to the bar that was at the. She looked at him and a devilish smile caused her face to appear evil for a moment. ‘I bet you have a lot of questions you want answered, some from when you two first met.’ ‘How did you know?’ He was shocked. It was as if she read his mind. ‘If I were a man, I’d want to know if the stories my lover told me were true.’ ‘Oh my God,’ he interrupted. ‘Where are my manners? Would you like something to drink?’ She stood up straighter. ‘What do you have? Do you have that ‘special drink’ my niece told. Andy savored the excellent coffee and sampled the cookies. He remembered his mother's admonition not to eat too many cookies—eat just enough to be polite. He put down his empty coffee cup and Sarah bounced to her feet. She leaned over and took Andy's hand. "Come with me, Mr. Hopper. It's time for me to thank you properly."Andy had no idea what she was talking about, but he followed her down a hall to her bedroom. HER BEDROOM!?! They got inside the room, and Sarah closed the door. Andy was.