“My cabin cruiser is that one there; I’m roughing it,” Aaron said, jokingly and pointing in the direction he came from to rescue asian me from them. That explained his bare feet and what he was wearing. “But first,” Aaron, offered me his hand, “My name Aaron Blackthorn, Miss, and you are?” I was thinking, ‘He’s not wearing a wedding band.’ “My name is Sandy Anderson,” I replied, taking his hands in both of mine and squeezing, “I want to thank you for coming to help me the way you did. I’m not from around here. I’m on vacation with my girlfriend, Mary. We’re staying at a little bed and breakfast on James Street,” and I was thinking, ‘Maybe he will offer to walk me home.’ “I know where it is; the red house on the historical registry. It has green, yellow and violet gingerbread trim and white wicker furniture on the porch. Good choice, I know the proprietor, Joyce Barnes. All that aside, it is late, and I insist you let me walk you home after I put my sneakers on. I won’t take no for an answer, Miss Anderson.” “How long will you be in the Bay, Mr. Blackthorn?” I asked, hopefully, wanting to know more about him. “I’m leaving in the morning, Miss Anderson.” He answered, “I’m returning to Pittsford and oriental back to my office. I’m interviewing for a personal assistant, slash secretary. The job pays well, and she must be willing to travel at a moment’s notice. And I will be interviewing three prospective candidates over the next few days.” “Yes, please, Mr. Blackthorn,” I said, accepting his offer, “and call me Sandy. I’d very much like you to escort me there.” “I will, Sandy, and you must call me Aaron.” I learned the origins of many biblical names in Sunday school. In Hebrew, Aaron means “Mountain of Strength,” and I thought, ‘Aaron’s name certainly seems to fit him. I wonder if he’s seeing anyone.’ Aaron left for a moment, and he returned wearing sneakers. He took my arm, in his, and we leisurely walked to James St., making small talk. I did most of the small talking, primarily asking him questions. I learned he is a consultant, financial counselor, and a negotiator. He oversees a network of people, an organization he calls the Circle. The Circle has diverse investments, financial interests, and prime real estate throughout the Country. I also learned the personal assistant position required bachelors or better, and the pay and benefits are more than generous; four times than I was making, not counting the perks of travel. It was the perfect job if I could convince him to hire me, and who knows what might happen from japanese there. I was thinking, ‘For that kind of money, I can pay off my loans in no time. I’ll have to update my resume and fast, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s eye candy.’ Aaron is a handsome man, with a hard, trim body and the ropey, steel corded muscles of a mixed martial arts fighter. His brown eyes can be calming, and kind; or hard and resolute, or worst case, dangerously terrifying. He was 30 years old when we met. My love has dark brown hair that he keeps cut short and neat, and he is clean shaved. He was wearing faded cut-off blue jeans that night and an honest white cotton tee shirt. I like the egg touch. He listens, he contemplates things and so far he has anticipated my needs. Becky was a trans woman who had something extra though between her legs. “Oh, that feels good.” she whispered, “Sandi might not feel that way at this point, but I do. “Logan’s academic standing is... not very good.” The general sighed. I said "don't touch me you bitch." My cock started jerking as the forces built up then I was hit with a massive contraction and I started blowing cum. Round 2 with a Horny Friend “No,” I replied, “This is nice.” Kaylie felt her suit bottoms released and then pulled away. And, in my sleep, I’d been using her, abusing her, violating her. As one they both asked, ‘Do you like?’ Benjamin says.� Benjamin is pounding my pussy hard. I kissed her again, tasting her lips. It wasn’t something I willfully practiced or anything, but I could literally slide objects into my throat without choking on them. The next afternoon Jim called Lucy’s correct phone number. Furiously, she tried to blink back the tears, with partial success. She was also embarrassed by Emily's part in it all, although she hadn't needed much pushing it was Emily who had pushed her and her who had been encouraging the man to use her hard. At the other end of the room, Prestira licked her own lips, eyes closed in hedonistic splendor. And most people have some kind of understanding that prisoners are often subject to physical and sexual assault behind bars. I looked up to see my gorgeous sexy wife still wearing the tight white asian corset that supported her large milky white breasts fully exposed at the top and her naked pussy open and available at the bottom. I was getting pissed. “Word of honor. He found the clasp on the waistband of her skirt and undid it quickly. Despite the lust flaring through my pussy, I pressed my face into the steering wheel. “It has not been so hot like oriental this for so many years,” Velan sighed, as he lay down on Ponni’s lap. "If what?" Take all of Daddy’s cock!” he yelled triumphantly. The boys were having a blast watching their foreign teammate as he prepared to impale this gorgeous tanned white girl. She took his cock so well, he was thankful she wasn't giving him a hard time today. I couldn’t wait to watch it later with Mollie. “No, they japanese were in Chinese.” So here and now I the Goddess Fortunus give myself willingly as a slave bitch to my brother Apollon the rightful heir to the thrown." And Stephanie, would she be trembling with need, just a tiny twitch away from spasming into uncontrolled orgasm?