The guard spoke for the first time, saying in heavily accented English, “You like? Si, you like.”Still clutching the back of Buck’s neck with on... hand he took hold of his cock with the other and pressed the tip of it against Buck’s lips.“Open,” he commanded. Buck opened his eyes and looked up at the guard’s face. He felt as if he were looking at the devil wearing a handsome face mask. The guard again said, “Open,” this time with a vengeance.In a different setting, Buck would have been filled. I was married to a 26 year old guy from a rich family when I was 15. He fucked me like a wild animal. He made me pregnant. I gave birth to my son, Vignesh when I was 16. Using his money he married another woman and divorced me. When I turned 21, I was longing for sex like a child longing for chocolate.My son was the only male who I see daily. I received many love proposals but I can’t accept them considering my son’s life. I looked young even after 27. I maintained my body by doing exercises. She could feel his calloused fingers bruising the tender flesh, and wished that she could struggle, but she was completely inanimate from the d**g. Yet her mind was torn. She knew that she was wet for him, despite the fact that she wanted to draw her knife and cut his bull-necked throat. Nevertheless, what she thought or felt about the matter was beside the point. This disgusting, Viking-like bastard was going to have his way with her whether she liked it or not, and she had no choice but to. "That's a relief, Harry, I was afraid I was making the female lead too much of a tease by not giving the hero what he so obviously wanted quite badly."Harry laughed and pushed his glasses back with one finger looking at her with full attention. She really liked it when he did that because it meant he was listening to her and not on some sort of ego-trip of one-sided conversation."I don't see that as a problem but I get the definite sense that she is conflicted about the relationship and afraid.