Marie (holding up his gun): “But Pierre, what will I do with zis?”Pierre (paddling faster): “Give it to your brothair”Marie (holding up his ax...): “But Pierre, what will I do with zis?”Pierre (paddling even faster): “Give it to your brothair”Marie (holding up her skirt): “But Pierre, what will I do with zis?”Pierre (paddling upriver): “Some day I leave zat womahn.”Pierre: “For forty year, Pierre, he drive ze truck. No one, zey evair say, ‘zer go Pierre, ze truck drivair’, but suck wahn leetle. " Then why is it you keep looking at me with lust?" I'm doing no such thing."I skimmed my fingertips over my hard nipple, thrilling in the shiver that skittered through my body. My eyes met Catherine's again. The air between us thickened with the richness of eroticism. "No?" No!" Close the door or someone will hear you."Catherine shut the wooden door with a heavy click, but remained standing where she was. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "How did you know?" You just told me with. I was going to fuck her like my little rag doll fuck toy and use her like a mindless whore whose only purpose in life was to please me. There would be no soft, gentle entries into any of her eager and wanton openings. Every entry into her soft yielding body would be powerful and with blatant disregard for anything but our mutual pleasure. She had not yet told me but I knew she was ready for me to take her both powerfully and roughly. I knew she did not want me to hit her or physically cause her. "Take THAT you fucking useless sack of shit!" She spit on my ass, and then, mercifully after only a couple of seconds of the searing heat, She shoved the thick candle back into my anus. "You'd better not move much while I'm gone," Goddess Janelle continued. "There's only 4 inches of that candle in your disgusting shithole and you don't want it to fall over. Plus you don't want to make it burn faster, since I won't be back for a while."I listened as Goddess Janelle slipped Her clothes on. I was.