Bourne Mansions; Iver, Buckinghamshire.I rolled off a star-fished Annamarie and got to my feet. I was covered in sweat, confusion, embarrassment and d...pression. It had started so well. Then, about five minutes into what had been an experience of supreme bliss for us both, my tungsten steel prick melted like a snowball in a furnace.One minute Annamarie was moaning in mounting rapture as I ravished her G spot with every thrust, and then nada, zilch, sod all.I stared forlornly at the little limp. "You fucking slimeball!" she yelled in anger. "You're nothing but a pervert, I am NOT going to fuck you for this job! I'm out of here!" she snapped. Winona tried to get up but found she could not move from the sofa.She was petrified and looked at Sloane. "Evidentally, I didn't make myself clear. You have NO choice in the matter." he said in a menacing voice. Winona was terrified. She knew that she would do as he said. She had no choice. Sloane felt the ring grow warm on his finger as it altered. They would use her afterwards. He just couldn't wait to see her bright green eyes as she realized this was what had been planned all along. ----------------------------Ella didn't bother to knock on the office door, she never did. Her brother knew she was the only one that would ever just barge right in because she was the only female in the club that was ever there willingly. It made what was going to happen today so much more worth it. She walked in and sat down on the couch across from the. I looked around. The snow had covered my tracks. I could not see anything in the snow that lead me to believe anyone was in the cabin. I decide to walk to the front door of the cabin. I put my hand on the door knob. The door open slightly. I could see a small light on in the living room. I could see some small wet snow on the kitchen floor of the cabin. I could see a pair of pink ski boots next to a wooden chair. I slowly dusted off the snow from my visor and cold wet hair. I looked down the.