My name is Sir Donald and I’m looking for a ring. A very special ring. I was wondering if you could make it?”The old man looked at Donald. He coul... guess it’s purpose.“Well, Sir Donald, that would depend on what you required, and if I had a suitable stone.”“You may have a look at these, and see if any are suitable,” Donald told him, bringing out a pouch. He tipped the pouch out onto the counter. There were several stones there, each worth a king’s ransom in their own right. There was, however,. When she was about to cum her hands gripped the back of my neck for support. "Oh God I'm cumming. I'm CUMMING!" It was like she was in a state of shock when she climaxed. The shortness of breaths and the twitching of her body gave me goosebumps. I was so happy to be fucking this hot, American college girl. It was that moment where I forgot my ex's name. I was back. And I told Violet to turn over so I could hit it from behind. She obliged, and I grabbed hold of her tiny waist while I filled her. To my delight, she didn't appear to be upset, happy or even phased. If anything, she appeared to become more determined to fight and get free. While this wasn't an emphatic plea to continue, it also wasn't an indication I should stop, especially since, up until now, increased "fighting" had led to increasingly sexual situations. So with her brother fully unaware of the alibi he was providing us, I would happily interpret "no visible reaction" to be the same as her insisting that I continue. That's why I saw myself as a woman before him, that, and the fact that he'd seen me in a dress. I had to get that photo from him. This had gone on long enough. The next day at school, the word got out that I was his protector. No one asked me why, yet, but someone would get around to it, eventually. I had to come up with some kind of a reason, but I couldn't think of a thing. I heard someone saying I saw Johnny's bitch. So I had to beat the guy up, after school. I know he wasn't really.