"No you won't. If you do, I'll never let you do this again!" Now that I had discovered this side of Beth, or should I say thebackside of Beth... I knew that I would want to take her anally, and often,again. Maybe she wasn't being serious, but her warning was sufficientincentive to do everything I could to keep from spilling my seed insideher. My reward for holding off? Pure ecstasy! With the pain all but gone,Beth began moving her buttocks in a slow, circular pattern, while. My head is a little sore, from all the tuggingon my hair." Don't worry. We'll take care of that shortly enough. First you need agood meal. We've got a big day ahead of us."Millie carried two plates over to the table, and they quickly dug in.Michael couldn't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. Hisfamily was more of the, pick it up on the way home, type. When they hadfinished eating, Millie rushed him upstairs, to the shower. "We've got abig day ahead of us. We're meeting the girls. All you can think about is that glimpse of skin you had, and your imagination is running wild with whether or not I'm wearing panties and how you're going to find out for sure... I'm enjoying our conversation and almost forget for a second that my initial thought for coming over there was not for a nice chat. We have a cocktail or two, and our conversation starts to head down the inevitable path that was started back in the check in line. I tentatively raise the armrest and ask if you'd mind if. Her husband, Rodney Stivens, founder and owner of Stivens Imports/Exports, was a self-made millionaire. He provided Beth with everything from a beautiful home and luxury car to unlimited credit cards and jewelry. The only problem was that he was a workaholic, spending more time at the office than at home. He dealt with countries in many different time zones, so more often than not, he would stay at his office all night. Beth, at thirty-two, was a beautiful, blue-eyed blond who prided herself in.