He loved it. It drove him wild inside just as it did her.Never had such strong, firm hands felt so good to her. His touch set every nerve ending on fi...e, leaving her pleading for more. He saw her needing eyes and smiled as he watched her slowly melt into his grasp. Like clay in his hands, he was going to mold her just the way he wanted."Turn around," he said, patting her left hip with one firm pop of his right hand. As she turned her body with her now trembling legs, he grasped her shoulders. For her part, making love to Marc was totally different from sex with Matt. Marc had started out gently, and it was a good thing that he did, given the size of his manhood. But now his onyx rod was slamming itself up and into her with a force that she had never experienced before. She marveled at his stamina, as well as at the feeling his huge shaft as it rammed itself into her pussy and cervix with total abandon. She felt her orgasm rise up and there was no holding it back. Her body was. Karissa got up from her chair and crossed the room. She had dirty blonde hair and a slim figure. No breasts to speak of but an ass even I was jealous of. She had this air of innocence about her, a face that was always questioning."He's hot," she whispered in my ear. "Look at his legs."Then I had a thought. Maybe I didn't get it. Maybe it was time to "train" Karissa. For the good of the business.I went back around to Maxwell's other side, out of Karissa's sight."Let's try something," I said to. " He said to her."I'm from out of state, Boston, Massachusetts. My name's Jasmine Townsend. What's your name?" Jasmine said to him."My name's D'Artagnan Grenier, I'm born and raised here in New Orleans." He said as he gently took Jasmine's hand and kissed like a true gentleman."So, D'Artagnan, what do you do for a living?" Jasmine asked him."I'm a builder/realtor/architect. Also, I like to rebuild houses for people affected by Katrina in my spare time." D'Artagnan said to her."Well, I'm an.