Salacious want boils in my chest and neck. His hand holds my head roughly in place and my hip is pinned by the edge of his desk. He's so strong. I cou...dn't escape if I wanted to, which I don't. This is what it means to be man-handled. This was where that word was born."You're real name. What's your real name?" he demands, impatient. His hand hovers above my rapidly reddening butt-cheek, and I don't know how to answer. If I did, I'm not sure I would, because I want him to hit me again. I want. It's hard, isn't it?" Yeah, I know what you mean. I miss Mark like crazy if I don't get tosee him for, like, even one day." Same." How about your folks? Are they still, like ..." You mean trying to control my life? Yeah ... and they're being so jerky -like, they haven't even invited Ben over for dinner or anything. I'vebeen invited to his place twice. You're so lucky - your mom likes Markand you don't get any of the shit I have to put up with."Now I really felt badly. Why was it always ME who. Hips bucking, face and neck red and blotchy, Margaret shuddered and moaned.Hot, slick cum engulfed my hand as she surrendered her body to me.Leaving my quarry prostrate upon the thick pile rug, I went to the bathroom.Standing at the bathroom mirror, wiping sweat and cum from my face, I couldn't help a look of smug satisfaction from crossing my face. What had started as a quiet evening, dinner, and drinks for one and maybe, well, almost certainly a long hard frig had turned into a delightful. "Understandable. Yes, I shall choose and be on my way. Thank you for your hospitality ... and for your "contribution." Yes, yes. Justine, tell Ronardo to saddle my other stallion and gather the stable workers. We will ride immediately." That stallion must be valuable," commented Rico."The finest I have ever owned. I want nothing to happen to him." Yes, well good luck in finding him."But Ragonian was already out the door and on his way to the stables. Rico walked over to the window which looked.