He seemed to relish in having a rigid cock; as if cumming was going to ruin it all for him. But I was determined to take his spunk somewhere inside me... I didn’t care too much as to which of my holes that would be in. Brian was fondling my arse when I heard a truck outside. We looked at each other. We both knew who would be driving the truck. A wicked thought entered my head. Despite having several orgasms already I became instantly horny. His cock was rigid and wet from all my juices and. And, if she chose to leave, I would fight her leaving with all my power. Why did I not want to say it then? Was it wanting to exercise power over her? Wanting her to surrender, to kneel passively by me, dependent on my generosity and love for her? Was it a fear of commitment? Perhaps something in the very essence of my maleness, a fear by me of being trapped, of surrendering freedom and control?And, there was something else working. It was the power. I looked up and he was there again. Diablo.. “You’re not going to be in a cast for most of it. Yes, your arm will be immobilized but now they use plastic and metal plates that are strapped on. You’ll have a harness around your neck and waist for a couple of months but once they’re sure the bone is good, you’ll be given a little more freedom. The arm will rest across your stomach instead of in the air like it is now. But that’s still a week or two away. For now, they want your arm completely immobile as much as possible. It’s not because. She, unable to help herself, giggled and kissed his neck as he held her; his face turned red as he attempted to apologize for touching her, however, she whispered in his ear that his touch was very pleasurable. After all, hadn't he saved her from a nasty fall?Natasha kissed him on the lips, a luscious thank you, before releasing him. His hands shook like a teenager as his hormones raged from her stimulation. Then, she took everything into her own hands unable to restrain herself any longer; the.