His lips moved gently from her mouth over to her earlobes, sucking, nibbling and tugging on it gently as his hands moved over her arms and shoulders, ...ubbing her skin lovingly. Letting him take control for a while, Gyna felt as his lips moved down to her neck, his hands lightly trailing down her body before pushing the straps of the nighty off her shoulders. The silk fell to her feet, revealing her nakedness to him. His lips moved over her shoulders and collarbone, tasting her skin as his hands. I was now facing them, my body exposed and wet, hard in my panties, fully exposed to their lustful looks."Y'all like what you see?" he said to the group. There was a lot of approving responses from the men who were all shapes, sizes and ages. "Tell them what you are," he said. I tried to speak, but my nervousness kept my voice trapped. This did not please my master, not one bit. He quickly turned me to my side and bent me over, my panties pulling into the cheeks of my ass. He laid a few strong,. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He drew back his right hand to chop the man's jaw."Badge," the man answered, "Shirt pocket." Remove it slowly and show me. One false move and I'll hurt you bad." McReady's voice held a deadly promise."Here," the man mumbled and brought his hand up toward his shirtfront. Gordon's eyes unconsciously followed the movement. The man's other hand snaked forward to do a throat punch.Before he could complete the motion he felt something hard rammed up his. Her newfound relationship conflicted with her cherished independence. She hadn't resolved her puzzle yet, but retreat remained a valid option.Carrying her heels, she descended the floating glass stairs. The glass sidewall permitted an unobstructed view of the vast open-plan apartment. Couches gathered near the floor-to-ceiling glass appeared tiny. The dark oak ten-seater dining table was a distant speck.Waiting by his penthouse door, Mark slid his iPhone from his black Armani suit as his.