."He whispered as he looked at me, whimpering."No more.." I moaned. "Please..." "Do you really not want more?" He asked as I shook my head. "Of course...you don't. So why do you say you don't want more?" "So much..so much.." I muttered as I closed my eyes. "You're so much.." "But you want more. Your body wants it. Your body needs it." He taunted. I bit my lip. "I-I-I" I started as he put a finger on my lips. "Shhhh..." He hushed as he opened my legs- as if they couldn't be opened any further. His. As I stood under the water letting it beat over my body, the thought of what could happen this weekend weighed heavily on my mind. I had just finished shaving my pussy, getting it nice and smooth for the workout ahead, when there was a knock on the shower door.I squealed, snatched the door open, my heart in my throat — and there stood Josh. He stepped inside; already nude, pinned me back against the white marble tile, kissed me soundly, and then dropped to his knees. Spreading the lips of my. “You’re a fuckin’ bully and a bastard,” I yelped, as he manically thumped my butt.My insolence was now rewarded with punishment, as his arms and hands alternated striking at my face like two pissed-off cobras. I was delirious with happiness and would have happily been ‘tied to the mast’ for a whipping at this point.“Fuck you, fuck you,” I kept intoning to encourage his ‘brutality.’Mr. Naudé now commenced pulling his dick out, before again spearing his cock into my arse as his grip intensified. How do I find the boat?”“Never say you would walk!” He was shocked. Walking was something Europeans never did ... even if it was a few blocks. The boat yard was near the water. Security was extremely tight. Even so, things routinely went missing. Labor was cheap but precision equipment was expensive.“I don’t see why not,” I said. “I have legs.”“We’re losing this place soon, I’m sure you noticed all the construction. When the high-rise building is finished, we’ll be moving to a government forced.