Let's try the Italian one," she suggested."Italian it is then." Their waiter nodded, smiled and headed for the wine cabinet.They perused the menus and...when they each had decided, the waiter promptly appeared and took their order. Zena ordered a light salad and a roast lamb entrée while Bill discussed the appetizers with the waiter and chose a pâté and a veal entrée. The meal was superb, and they were charmed with the perfect service and elegant atmosphere. They could talk to each other quietly. Eric reached up and grabbed me under the chin pulling me back in a reverse chin lock. I tried to pull his hands from my throat, my butt poked up in the air, my back arched inward, my head pulled back almost between my shoulder blades, but Eric had me at his mercy, he pounded me like that till I was delirious. I was begging him through clenched teeth to 'fuck me like you want to, please, fuck me like you want to,' as if Eric needed any encroachment. Just before he shot his load he pulled from. Without another word she walks across the hall and into the bathroom closing the door, I wait a few seconds to hear the sound of the lock but it doesn’t come and soon I could hear the sound of running water battering down against the floor.I walk into my room slowly and close the door. I shake my head and start to get ready for school. Chapter 2The next few days are paradise. Every morning Jess waits for me to get out the shower then walks out of her room naked. I find myself beating off to. He had turned the oversized estate into a palace, and now every piece fit together seamlessly, as if it had been one careful construction from the start. A smart choice, cheaper than his predecessors’ oversized contributions, and far more effective. Clever, and all the more dangerous for it. The path became cobbled as she passed the opened gate, the soft thud of her horse’s hooves turning to sharp clops as they met the stately paving stones beneath. With a practiced eye, she noted that the wall.