Then he straightens, his eyes gazing hard into mine. No longer smiling, he says, “I want you on your knees”, and his grip in my hair tightens as h... begins pulling down. I wince and comply, slowly dropping to my knees on the rug in front of him. I gaze up at him, eager to please him. He reaches down and grips the neckline of my T-shirt. He pulls it out away from my body and stares inside, taking a long leer at my bare tits underneath the thin fabric. He takes a strong stance. “You have. “I had a decision to make, should I continue on my way to San Francisco or should I follow my instincts which were telling me that the real fortune to be made was not from mining for gold, but by servicing the wants and needs of the miners. When the wagon train set out on the final leg of its trip, I broke away from the train and headed east towards the gold fields along with hundreds of men.“So you became one of the “Forty-niners.”“Yes, but I never mined for gold. When I got to the gold. Hungry, he quietly left the basement and headed for home.His home was just as he had left it; the detached house, safe, with all the accoutrements of comfort and the familiarity of use had patiently waited for his return. Ravenously, he ripped open the fridge to see what was on offer and stuffed his face with everything he could.He entered his studio and looked critically at the piece he had been working on. As a commercial work, it had merit, but he could see the weaknesses in it. He would. "I looked in her eyes as my hand made its way to her wet treasure. We matched eyes. She sucked my fingers slowly. I entered her with all the want in my body."Ugh. Fuck me."She moaned rhythmically with each penetration as I groped her breasts again like a hungry animal."Ugh. Ugh. Oh, fuck. Damn, you really wanted me."I said nothing. I answered with more powerful strokes. She fought the urge to moan louder. I shushed her with my finger, which she sucked. I looked at her face as I was penetrating.