"I don't remember saying you could " I whisper in your ear, you're shaking your head furiously, desperate to convince me you didn't mean to, that you ...ouldn't help it, but your eyes tell a different story, there's defiance there, a little brattyness maybe ? No matter, you've had yours, now it's my turn. Climbing onto the bed next to you, I lift your legs, pushing your ankles towards your head I push open your thighs, pushing myself into your willing, wanton wetness with ease I drive myself home. Hunt took his entrance money then sent him over to the Lounge. It was obvious that he was a regular by the way that he greeted Sapphire and Jayde, so I relaxed a little when he held out a hand to me. “Hi, I’m …George,” the man introduced himself, “and you must be Bambi.” His blue eyes twinkled as he slowly looked at every inch of my outfit. Without letting him know I’d recognised him, I remembered him from the local news as he was a local politician known as ‘Gorgeous George’. “Do you. “I’ll get us a table.”It ended up taking closer to a half an hour, but I made it. I saw Jan’s car in the parking lot, and I managed to park next to it. The restaurant was off the main hotel lobby, and I found Jan seated in a quiet booth by a window overlooking the river. There was already a bottle of wine on the table, and a full glass waiting for me. Jan’s glass was almost empty.“I’m two ahead of you. You need to catch up,” she giggled.I kissed her on the cheek and sat down next to her in the. None of the following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am aware of.Story’s that I write contain sexual situations between characters 14 and older, unless it is a continuing story line from years ago.I write stories for my own enjoyment. I write stories in which women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked. I have.