‘Not if she loves me like they love each other, she won’t.’ He knew he had been trying to fool himself too. He hadn’t looked at or wanted anot...er since Willow crashed into his life.None could compare to the desire he felt for her and the happiness she gave him, just being with him. He sighed and looked back down on her again. He bent down and gently kissed her. His desire and love for her welled inside of him. “May the Gods help us, Willow? Yes, I love you too, with all my heart.”Willow thumped. She had no problem with deserting her charity work, now that she had the one man she had wanted to be with again. Even so, she can't make it too easy for me. " No, John, this is wrong. We mustn't do this here." " You'll do whatever I tell you to do, whore. And if you really think it's so wrong, why is your pussy soaking the carpet?" She can't deny that as she can feel her juices flooding out past my fingers and pooling beneath her. She is losing all control but this is what she wanted. Ever. Pleading hazel eyes met amused dark brown ones. Effortlessly he tugged the silk from her, crouching in front of her to caress her thighs, letting it fall to the floor. He rose again to place a long, wet kiss on her already bruised lips, his fingers delving into the soft, rich mane of her hair. Her fingers clutched at the edge of the desk for support as she moaned into his mouth. Damon couldn’t understand what was happening to him. Making slow, sensuous love to that girl was the last thing he. Nyasia could feel him marking his way around the anal hook pulling in her rectum. Sometimes he even made direct hard contact on the chrome embedded in her tight little hole. A whole new experience of discomfort for her, that reverberated all thru her behind.And all this was going on as the vibrator ran, full blast. Torturously grinding away at her clit and making her hips involuntarily move up and down. Even thru the pain of the crop thrashing at her stuffed pussy and ass and not to mention her.