Only recently has he started shaving it high on the sides. He’s like some Spanish Italian Viking.Why is he here? Did I forget about a date? Oh god, ...s something wrong? About a million thoughts pass through my mind, but all of it stops the minute he captures me with his eyes. How does he do that? Raising up from his chair, he moves with a predator’s grace. “Lisa, can you hold all of her calls for the next hour or so,” he says almost flirtatiously while leaning against the desk, “and go ahead and. “Remember your oath to obey me Postulant.” She didn’t like that, not at all. “Don’t even think about conveniently forgetting my orders and coming to my rescue.”“That’s not fair! I’m supposed to be by your side!”“It might come to that. Goddess I hope not but it might. Please Chandra, do what I ask.”“Yes, My Lord.” I believed that she would obey me. I could only hope ... that word again, there were too many variables that I had little control over.“No go and talk to the men, I need to think.” She. His blond hair was tousled, his piercing blue eyes locked on Abe’s. The young man held a black cup in his right hand and raised it toward Abe in acknowledgment. Abe nodded turning back to the surf and shuffled his way toward the water’s edge. Watching for the lull, he spit into his mask, his fingertips rubbing the spittle onto the glass. He smiled recalling how his wife hated that little routine. ‘Abe, that’s so nasty, why do you always have to do that?’ she would ask and, in return, he would. “Yes, get that woman naked and plow her like mad for me,” I said as I moaned a bit. It was such a turn on that I had to get down on the floor to masturbate. He was on his knees fucking her doggie style and was giving it to her pretty damn good. I had wished so many times for a guy to do that to me, but that wish had gone unfulfilled. I also wished I could at least hear them, I mean that would have been nice, but I had to settle for just watching them. Then I just couldn't take it anymore, I.