I could leave Master. I could go where I wanted. I wouldn't. I wanted to be with him. He saved me. I loved him so much. Which only made me squirm more... savoring the caress of leather on my body.How did I get so lucky? Why me out of all the other lamia born in subjugation on the other side of the Despeir Mountains? Did Las lust for me more than my sisters? Was the God of Lust staring down at my cute ass right now wanting to fuck me like Master did?Did he guide this hunky man to me?My arms. Apparently Officer Laura could read my mind. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You really are a dirty little whore, aren’t you kitty?” I simply nodded in agreement, my gaze glued to the baton in her hands, my pussy releasing a steady trickle down the insides of my thighs at the thought of being fucked with it. My heart was pounding against my ribs and each breath was becoming a struggle. I became so focused on the soft smack of the baton against her palm that I barely noticed the car. He was perhaps in his early forties, his hair slightly graying, with a surprisingly handsome, stern countenance. Unfazed, I would not allow this to sway my anger at him. He knelt down to pick up the cup. We must have looked a ridiculous couple, a teenage girl pouting like a five year old before a kneeling businessman, a coffee cup spilling out between them, and behind them the slowly setting red sun. “I did not see you at all, I really must apologize for running into you like that. I was in. I wrap my legs around you, pressing down on you, trying to get you inside me. I feel this great need to have you inside me, my pussy seems to have a will of it’s own. In one smooth move, you thrust inside me…..aaaaah. the pleasure…..I pause for a moment to savor the feeling of you filling me inside, my pussy walls contracting to grasp you tight. I start to move, grinding my hips against you, and you match my movements, thrusting in and out. The feeling is exquisite, we’ve both wanted this for.