In the end, May had an incredible mix of emotions about Lucas. In part, she saw him as a sixteen-year-old boy. She found the mysteries about him fasci...ating, and his good looks and intelligence attracted her even more. The best part, however, was his cock, she had already fallen in love with that thickness.Knowing that someone like that wanted her boosted her self-esteem, and knowing that he was so good at seducing women made her think he was irresistible. In the end, it was her thoughts that. It was like a French kiss, so intimate, so exciting. Then that all to brief moment when he filled her with his tool. Ruefully she thought it would be worth her husband catching them if Sam could have fucked her. What would he have thought?Her pussy flooded her panties. The wet stickiness only increased her arousal. The sex demon had clawed the last vestige of repression from Jamie’s libido. There was a heat between her thighs like she had never felt. She crossed and recrossed her legs. Feeling,. A few seconds later she screamed and thrashed against her bonds as a freezing spray of water hit her skin. He laughed uproariously and danced around. “It’s cold, huh Red? It gets warm.” Brenda’s shuddering finally stopped when the water did get warm, and then he laid the hose in a bucket and while the bucket filled he poured something thick and cold on her back and began to rub her. It was soap, and he had used too much. His hands slid all over her back, shoulders and down her arms, into. .. ... When she entered the warehouse, he was already hiding on top of the cotton bales stacked in rows inside the warehouse. There were two rows in each bay, with an aisle between them, just wide enough for a forklift to pass between the bales, stacked ten foot high – like cord-wood.He could hear a man talking, and wondered if she was meeting her lover here in this cotton warehouse. She was walking slowly along the edge of the wide main-aisle, when suddenly, she turned to slip down between.