The college kid gives Madeline, the wealthy older women, what she wants, but not all of it. Matthew's relationship with Alex and Professor Hubbard deepens, as he spends more time with each.
Rent Matthew -- Part VIII jason99usa@yahoo.com
When next Saturday did come, Matthew wasn't prepared for what to expect. Madeline opened the door to receive him. She was dressed immaculately. In her own way and in his opinion, she was more beautiful and glamorous than any movie star he knew. She was fit, sophisticated, and exuded class. In a nutshell, she was hot.
"You're on time," commented Madeline, as she gestured him in. "As you can see, I have the vacuum ready for you. You want to take your pants off?"
Eyeing Madeline, Mathew cautiously pulled his shirt off. He wasn't sure how confident he felt, but Madeline's reaction to him was unmistakable. She was attracted to him like an animal is to her prey.
Shirtless, his chest was breath-taking. Firm yet smooth, it swelled from his body. As he moved to get his clothes off, his muscles surfaced and resurfaced. Madeline liked what she saw and knew what she wanted to run her hands over when the time came. He unlaced and took his shoes off, one at a time.
"Leave your socks on."
But when he unzipped and pushed his jeans off, Madeline saw what she was looking for. A nice size bulge. Too nice. His choice of boxer briefs pleased her. The dark material held his package together and left little to the imagination. But what surprised her the most was the brand name. In large letters across the waist band it read HUGO BOSS.
It was his subtle way of letting her know she had to play according to his rules as well. Madeline decided she liked the challenge. It would make the experience so much more intense. She'd need him more than once tonight, she was sure of it. She didn't care whether he was going to enjoy it or not, so long as he pleased her in the worse way.
"Like what you see?" asked Matthew, as he tried to maintain his cool. He wanted to seem confident, even though it was difficult to in front of a woman as powerful and experienced in the world as Madeline was.
"Pretty impressive," replied Madeline, as she ran her eyes across his broad chest down to his legs. She felt urges she hadn't felt for a long time.
"Do you really think you're going to get what you want today?"
"I intend to."
"And what if you don't?"
"Then I will make you an offer you can't refuse." Madeline's eyes could not leave his body. She was possessed with a sense of purpose, and she made no effort to hide it.
Quite aware of the precarious situation he was in, Matthew began to rationalize his predicament. Perhaps having sex with someone as attractive as Madeline wasn't such a bad problem to have. "Let's talk after I'm finish with your house."
"You can skip it if you'd rather do something more interesting with me," proposed Madeline.
Tempting as it seemed, Matthew knew it was too dangerous. When it came to Madeline, he preferred caution and patience over impulse. "No thanks. I like to keep my promises. I'll vacuum first."
As painstaking as it was, Matthew completed the assigned task in just over two hours. The house was very big, but he was a healthy kid, and he used his strength and endurance to push and pull the vacuum through every room, moving heavy furniture out of the way when appropriate.
Meanwhile, Madeline was enjoying herself. How many of us get a chance to follow the sight of a handsome young man around our own home? Yes, the kid was ripped, but he was also very well proportioned. Madeline was debating whether to ride him first or let him ride her. She enjoyed the control in the first scenario, but expected a lot of energy and enthusiasm coming from the kid in the second. It was a difficult choice. Maybe she would do both.
"I'm ready for my bonus," interrupted Matthew, as she was daydreaming about him. He had completed his task and had already put away the vacuum cleaner.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Why don't we start with you taking some of your clothes off?" suggested Matthew. "You know you want to."
"And what makes you so sure?"
"I've watched you watch me. I know how much you want to get in my pants. You want to take me to bed? You need to entice me."
"For someone with so little experience in the world, you seem pretty cocky."
Matthew walked over to Madeline, who was leisurely sitting on the sofa. He reached for her hand and brought it to his chest, guiding it down to his flat stomach. As she felt his smooth body, as she looked up into his expression, she knew right away she would be under his spell. The kid's skin was like silk. Her thighs, her legs would enjoy sliding back and forth against it. And there was no doubt how firm he was underneath. The muscles were harder than a rock.
"Who said I was inexperienced?" Matthew was amused at the effect he had on Madeline. She was impressed with his good looks and almost grown-up confidence. She liked his body and made no pretence otherwise.
"Show me," insisted Madeline.
After some thought, a twisted smirk appeared across Matthew's face. "Maybe I will, but not today. Today, I want to show you what you can expect to get if we're able to work out our differences."
Still holding her hand, Matthew took it further down, right over his crown jewels. As Madeline felt him, he got harder. He let her feel his package briefly, enough to realize how well-endowed he was. Then he promptly removed her hand and followed it by stealing a kiss. Soft and firm he tasted her lips briefly. She could smell his sweat. She wanted more, but he pulled away and kept his distance.
"You're a very attractive woman, Madeline," whispered Matthew into her ears, the taste of her still lingering from his lips. "But I don't think you're ready for me yet. I'll come over next Saturday. Maybe we can work something out then?"
Unable to reply, Madeline was half turned on by his size and half indignant about his arrogance. As she saw him take his leave, she realized the kid was, in some ways, very grown up.
Though he would get away with it tonight, Madeline would exert her power over him eventually, like she did on many other occasions to many other men. She felt she had to put the kid in his proper place. And his place was between her legs, both his face and his youthful energy.
Matthew left with his clothes while he got the chance. He couldn't believe he was able to pull it off. At the same time, he knew he had to face her again. Nevertheless, Madeline was attractive, and maybe that consoled him a little. It had been a long time since he last got laid.
Though not entirely unexpected, Matthew's mom announced she was going to visit his grandparents in San Diego for two weeks.
"Grandpa and Grandma think it'll be good for you, and I agree," said Matthew. "Don't worry about me or the farm Mom. We have Jose and his uncle and aunt to help out. I'll be OK."
"Promise to call me if you need anything Matt."
"Yeah, I will Mom. Take care of yourself and tell Grandpa and Grandma I love them."
"I will."
With much of the farm work out of the way, Matthew needed a break. He decides to call up his best friend.
"Hey, it's me. Got plans today?"
"Sort of. I was going to help my mom mow the lawn."
"Good, I'll come over and help you."
Though he felt awkward at first, Alex was pleased to see Matthew nevertheless. Their last meeting together wasn't quite so cordial, but it didn't take long for the two to put their differences aside. For Alex, it was easy to connect with Matthew, even though it had been a long time.
After helping Alex with his chores, the two decide to catch a matinee. And for a moment, time had gone backwards, and Matthew and Alex were kids again. Like they did in high school, the two friends laughed their heads offs and disturbed everyone around them. But the honest truth was no one really minded it. They were too handsome to reprimand. People just wanted to look at them, and wonder what it would be like to know them, to be a part of their world.
Walking around town, they did some casual window shopping, making fun of whatever amused them as it came. They grab a bite to eat at a local college joint to check out the girls and, for Alex, the boys. With goofy grins appearing on their faces, they concluded there were a lot of cute students.
Next, Matthew drags his friend to a crowded night club. After all, it was Friday! Their fake ID's prove useful. While horsing around and tasting each other's beers, the bartender gives them free refills and motions them to a group of courageous girls across the bar.
Matthew and Alex look at each other briefly and smile before they make their way over to the other side to chat with their benefactors, and ask the girls out to the dance floor. Two incredibly handsome guys with three beautiful babes shaking it up like it was Spring Break attracted a lot of attention in the room.
Plenty of bumping and grinding, followed by more drinks and conversation occupy the rest of the night. Girls would come up to them, make eye contact, smile, and selfishly pull them in different directions. Just about every female wanted to dance with the two handsome studs. At one point, Matthew pulled Alex away to dance with him one-on-one. When they finally called it a night at 2AM, the original three girls who bought them drinks looked disappointed, that is, until Matthew and Alex each give the girls a peck on the cheek, to which resulted in a few rosy cheeks.
It had been a long time since Alex had had this much fun. He felt safe with Matthew. He felt at home. For a moment, all his troubles in the past did not exist. He wanted to give Matthew something, but he didn't know what. And it was in the middle of thinking this, that he was suddenly held in a tight embrace from his best friend just outside the club.
"What was that for?" asked Alex, as he was ceremoniously released.
"You're my best friend. I think I have a right to give you a hug whenever and wherever I feel like it, don't you think?"
"Look, don't think you can take advantage of me when I'm vulnerable."
"Vulnerable my ass. You're the one everyone's been staring at the whole night. Show off!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Dude, the girls, the guys, they all wanted you. Don't tell me you didn't notice that. I'm surprised with your fake naivety."
"Whatever Matt. You've always been the one that got lucky."
"Luck has nothing to do with it. Besides, you were always the holy one with plenty of restraint."
"Thanks for today Matt," interrupted Alex, and he changed the subject altogether. "I had a really good time."
"Me too, buddy. I'm sorry I didn't come over sooner. I had a lot going on in my life since I came back. We'll just have to somehow make up for the lost time."
"What are you doing this weekend?" inquired Alex.
"I kind of have plans, Alex."
"Oh... well... maybe next week?"
"I'll call you."
Later that night, when Matthew reflected on the day, he felt uneasy. He had made weekend plans with his professor, and therefore couldn't invite Alex. Just when his best friend needed him, he wasn't there to support Alex.
There was something different about Alex. He couldn't quite articulate it, but Matthew could feel it. Something Alex didn't tell him. Sara had refused to tell Matthew what had happened to Alex while he was gone, and Alex wasn't quite ready yet either.
Early next morning, Matthew hitches a ride with his professor to a nearby town on the Atlantic coast. He spends the day at the beach with his teacher.
Professor Hubbard had asked his student out on a date. He surfed a lot growing up, and as an adult, he was always on the look out for the next big wave. It was better to do this with someone else, and as Matthew was into sports, the kid seemed an ideal candidate. He was pleased to get an enthusiastic response from his invitation.
A few hours on the road and they hit the sand. Matthew was stunned when his professor started to strip. He didn't know where to avert his eyes. But what he did notice was his professor had a really nice body. Incidentally, he wasn't the only one with the problem, as his teacher had to watch him change into his wetsuit as well. But the energy and vitally of the ocean soon overpowered Matthew's senses, or perhaps that was more due to his teacher than the water.
Professor Hubbard's roaring laughter and energy became contagious. He paddled out, waited for the right moment, and rode one crashing wave after the other. He saw how the kid tried to mimic his skill, and was impressed with Matthew's attempts.
Matthew was a natural, and he learned quickly. His agile moves got him a few good rides. However, it eventually became more interesting for Matthew to watch his teacher master the ocean, though he'd try to compete every once in a while. Competition was embedded in every fiber of his body, but sometimes watching others can be just as much fun.
When Professor Hubbard had had enough, the two walk the beach. Visiting shops, picking up things to munch on, and spending time together consumed a few happy hours. They sip cheap beer, and even share a Cuban cigar. As if they were old friends, pedestrians stop by to chat with them.
Every handsome feature of their exposed bodies are highlighted by the incredible tans they had acquired during the day. Their arms, legs, and smooth, glowing faces got a lot of attention. People walk by and stare as if the two were movie stars. The bronze color of their bodies and their smiles radiate. Emotions are written in the air as the night wind drifts by, and their innocent gazes collide. It's sexually charged, but the two enjoy a good time together without a lot of body contact.
For a man of thirty years, Professor Hubbard was well-built. Beautiful and blonde, he hadn't aged very much. In fact, he looked better at 30 than he did at 18, for his masculine features had become much more defined. Matthew felt strangely attached to Professor Hubbard, and he couldn't explain why.
They go to a motel to spend the night. Matthew takes the first shower and after 10 minutes and wrapped in a towel, emerges from the bathroom.
"It's all yours, dude." Matthew met silence. At first he wasn't quite sure what it was. And then it became apparent. His teacher was carefully examining him.
"You should shower in my room more often."
"I take it you like what you see then?" returned the kid.
"Yeah, I do." Professor Hubbard could make out the beads of water on Matthew's brown body. Smooth skin, compact chest, towel still wrapped around his waist. It was a scene right out of a movie. He found the kid extremely attractive.
"But you're the one with the nice body."
"Matthew, did you not notice how people were staring at you all night? They were practically drooling. You're a stud."
"And you're a freaking stallion," replied Matthew. His mischievous look flashed before he continued, "And you happen to be HUNG like one."
Somewhat embarrassed by the compliment, Professor Hubbard didn't know how to respond, but he felt like he should nevertheless. "How do I know you're not more impressive than me?"
"You don't. You haven't seen me."
"You're right, I haven't," said Professor Hubbard, as he eyed the kid. His eyebrows drifted up as he spoke, "So does this mean you're going to take that towel off?"
"Maybe," nonchalantly responded Matthew.
Professor Hubbard's eyes evaluated the kid's body as he spoke, "You've seen me but I haven't seen you."
"Life's not fair teach, Besides, the only reason why I got to see you was because I was giving you a blow job remember?"
"Oh yeah! THAT was unforgettable."
"I'm guessing you want a repeat performance?"
"Matthew, don't get me wrong, I just... I just don't know if I'm ready to do that to you."
"But you wouldn't mind me giving you another blow job?"
"You don't have to do this."
"I didn't say I was going to give you a free one. I was just asking if you were interested in receiving one."
"I've been thinking about it ever since our last encounter," admitted Professor Hubbard. In fact, in the back of his mind, when he had asked Matthew out, he had wondered if the kid was interested in something more than surfing.
"Go brush your teeth."
Professor Hubbard gets in the bathroom to brush his teeth. The door is open. As he looks out, he sees the kid drop the towel. "What a beautiful ass," he thought to himself. He's able to see Matthew's smooth backside as his student pulls on a pair of grey boxers, and slips into the other bed. Disappointed, Professor Hubbard closes the door and takes a shower. When he finishes, he hits the lights, and gets into his bed.
Moments later, Matthew speaks up, and what comes out is unexpected. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" asked the kid.
He wasn't sure what would happen next. Maybe his dreams would come true. Or maybe it was a test. As Professor Hubbard moves over, Matthew throws the sheets to the side and slips in. There's eye contact between the two, but so far no touching. Matthew's half naked body lays against his teacher's. The two don't say anything, but they enjoy the warmth of each other.
"Good night, Professor..."
"Call me Tom."
Professor Hubbard brings his hand to Matthew's head, petting and smoothing his hair, not saying anything in the process. The cool, night air did the talking. And within minutes the kid cuddles up and falls asleep, tired and spent from a full day of activity. It was probably the best night any of them had ever had. Though they did not have sex, each knew it was the beginning of something meaningful.
Not having sex on the first date meant something. It meant they had the potential for a future relationship. Still, Professor Hubbard stayed hard the entire night, dreaming of what he'd eventually do to the kid, of what Matthew would eventually do to him.
Immediately after getting back from his trip, Matthew calls up Gordon to chat briefly.
"Gordon, have you ever been in love?"
"Yes, with a student who used to live at my place."
"Come on Gordon, I'm serious," protested Matthew.
"Hasn't everyone been in love?"
"Not everyone. Not me," was the kid's reply. Matthew felt bad. He was not normal. He had never had a real relationship before. Just a lot of sex.
"What do you want to know?" asked Gordon.
"What did you do?" inquired Matthew.
"I was young and too shy to be upfront, but eventually I gave myself to him. And I'm not just talking about my body. I'm talking about all I had to give."
"But I don't have anything to give other than my body Gordon."
"Are you kidding me? Matthew, give yourself some credit. You're so much more than a pretty face. You're genuine, you have a sense of humor, and you're great in bed."
"You had to mention that at the end, didn't you?" exclaimed Matthew, as he rolled his eyes a bit, "Thanks for the advice Gordon, but I have to go now."
"Bye Matthew."
Too much was happening too fast. He wanted to spend more time with Alex, to find out what was keeping his best friend from opening up. He wanted to help Alex, no matter what it took.
He wanted to spend more time with his professor. Thick headed, he wasn't quite sure how his professor felt about him. He wasn't even sure how he felt about his professor. It had all started with an innocent request for help on a math exam, and it somehow lead to something more complex, something that went beyond a final exam.
As experienced in human interaction as Matthew was, he wasn't quite sure what the next step in his relationship with his professor should be. But he was soon reminded of another problem in his life.
Matthew was at the restaurant taking orders when his manager sent him out on an errand. He was instructed to deliver orders to several locations, each on the outskirts of town and none close to the other. As he had feared, the first address on the list was Mrs. Simpson's estate.
Half unsettled and half afraid of what she would do, he drove over to Madeline's place. It was a large piece of property and his trip seemed somewhat quiet. When he arrived, she was no where to be seen. In fact, the whole property was empty. No butler, no secretary, not anyone. The front door, however, was left slightly ajar.
He entered cautiously and heard music in the house. It was coming from upstairs. On the floor next to the door was a bottle of Irish whiskey, and a note that read:
MATTHEW,
AS YOU MAY HAVE GUESSED, YOU NEED NOT MAKE YOUR NEXT THREE ORDERS. LEAVE YOUR SHIRT AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS AND BRING THIS UP WITH YOU.
M
All Matthew's fears had come back to haunt him. Madeline was in control. She always was. It was her way or the highway, and he had no choice. He had been taken advantage of once, and had left a lesser man. He wasn't quite sure what he'd leave with in a few hours.
With a look of despair, he unbuttons his uniform and hangs his shirt on the post at the bottom of the stairs. But he removes his shoes and socks as well, grabs the bottle, and heads up.
At the top, he finds that all the doors are closed, but one.
"I thought about what you said last time Matthew."
Matthew was startled by the voice. It came from his right side. He pushed his way in and saw a room lit up with a dozen candles. Rose petals and their aromatic powers filled the room. In the adjoining bathroom of the master bedroom, he noticed a hot tub filled with more rose petals and candles. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen, and yet he knew exactly what it meant. Sitting at the dresser close to the window, he saw his nemesis clad in dark silk and lace. She was brushing her hair and looking at him through the mirror.
"I'm glad you could make it before Saturday," said Madeline as she continued to brush her hair and examine the kid from top to bottom. "Why don't you open that bottle for me?"
Madeline approached, grabbed the bottle from Matthew and took a sip. With her other hand, she grasped the collar of his jeans and pulled him to the front of the bed. His feet scuffled across the floor to keep up with her. "I want you on the bed," she indicated, as she pushed him down. He dropped on the bed, sat up, and looked up at her. She was beautiful, but he was scared.
Placing the tip of the bottle to his lips, she instructed, "Drink." Looking down into his beautiful eyes, she couldn't help feel sorry for him. But as far as she was concerned, he was a good-looking kid who deserved to be fucked. As she tipped the bottle, he drank from it and swallowed. She leaned over, tasted his lips, and then fed him more alcohol.
The alcohol had an unnerving effecting on Matthew, especially because he was consuming it on an empty stomach. In fact, he didn't have much sleep the previous night either. The drink was strong. It was good, nevertheless, and he wanted more.
Very unexpectedly, Matthew stood up, and looked into Madeline's eyes. For a brief moment, they were equals. He took the bottle away from her and took another swig, then another, then another. Deep, full gulps. He was almost finish with the bottle. He looked back at Madeline, placed his hand at the back of her head and pulled her face to him. Sparks flew in every direction.
He pressed his lips to the side of her mouth, running his tongue across her lips. When he got to the lower lip, he backed away to get a better look at her eyes, before he dove back in again and tentatively closed his mouth onto her lower lip. He sucked her mouth, and felt the insides with his tongue.
His plan was working. He was a good kisser, and his talent occupied Madeline enough to disarm her senses. Although her hunger became more urgent, he maintained the tension between them. Lips locking lips, mouth devouring the other, the two tasted each other like it was a meal. And in many ways, it was the beginning of one.
Matthew whirled Madeline around and pushed her on the bed. He got on top of her and began his assault. Madeline closed her eyes and felt her clothes being taken off. The kid's lips felt good on her, and for the first time, she began to realize she enjoyed being handled by another.
"I know you want to control me," said Matthew, as he expertly went in for another point of contact. He wanted to make her addicted to his taste. "It's your personal style to always be the one in control."
Madeline wasn't able to respond with words, only greater enthusiasm. She was turned on, and more than anything she felt she wanted to extract more pleasure from the kid. She was on fire.
"I want to show you something different, Madeline. I want you to try me for what I'm good at," whispered Matthew, as he went down on her, gently kissing and nibbling his way lower.
When his tongue ran across her left nipple, she gasped. His touch was electrifying, he felt her tits with his hand before he devoured them, sucking one into his mouth. And then he passed out.
When Matthew awoke, there was a strange man wearing spectacles at his side. The man spoke to him like he was a child.
"Young man. I think you will be fine. I promised Mrs. Simpson I wouldn't report you, even though I think she's wrong. You shouldn't have broken into her locked cabinet and taken her alcohol. It's apparent you had too much to drink. I would thank Mrs. Simpson and ask for her forgiveness if I were you. Good bye, son," grunted the man.
When the doctor had left, Madeline returned.
"So the doctor tells me I should thank you for not turning me in to the police. He thinks I should beg for your forgiveness."
"I was worried about you. I didn't realize you hadn't eaten anything all morning. I didn't know."
"Madeline, why do you want to control me?" interrupted Matthew. He didn't want to accuse her, but in a way he was. "I already told you I was sorry about not seeing you on the road."
"I don't hold a grudge against you, Matthew. I know you didn't see," responded Madeline. Perhaps for the first time, Matthew notices Madeline's anxiety. "I guess you can go now. We're even."
A few minutes drifted by, and it seemed the two were not talking to each other. Matthew got up. He was already dressed. He walked over to Madeline and caught her off balance, "I still want to come over Saturday if you'll have me."
"What are you talking about?"
"This," replied Matthew, as he went in for a simple kiss. She responded in kind, mesmerized with his talent and good looks, but all the while hesitant about what she could do to him. It had been a close call today, and her reputation was at stake.
"You're one hot lady, Madeline. But there's something else about you I like more," whispered Matthew. "You're a good person."
"What?"
"I did some research on you. You spend a lot of time giving others the opportunity to better themselves, with all your scholarships and support for academic institutions. I've read about what you've done and I know it's genuine. The cancer research, the HIV and AIDS research. We're not even, Madeline, because I feel I've misunderstood you. I owe you."
Matthew pulled his shirt off. Then his jeans went off. Then his socks. Without any fanfare, he slipped under the covers, maneuvered his boxer briefs off, and tossed them to the side. The only thing left that he wore was a mischievous grin.
"If you want to know how big I am, you'll need to join me," suggested Matthew. His disarming smile broke her concentration. "Do you mind tossing me my wallet? It's in my jeans. I think I have an extra condom in there."
When Madeline finally willed herself to approach Matthew, she was in complete and utter disbelief. Here was this handsome kid in her bed, naked under the sheets, and presumably very hard. To her disappointment, she had tried to take him to bed on several occasions, only to fail each time. And now he was practically offering himself up to her unconditionally.
She sat on the side of the bed, handing him his wallet. As he fumbled with the condom, her hand went lightly across his chest. He had a gorgeous body. A perfect tan. He must have spent a lot of time at the beach, she concluded. But the smooth texture of his skin, and the athletic firmness of his body impressed her the most. He was ripped.
"You're a very beautiful kid," complimented Madeline.
And when she moved the covers off, a smile crossed her lips. She was quite impressed. It was apparent he had the right stuff underneath too. And what would happen next could only be described as explosive.
"Faster...please Matthew. God, this feels so good. Please...don't...stop."
It had been nearly an hour since he first entered her and Madeline had cried his name out. The kid was a sex machine she was convinced. He had hammered into her in every angle, speed, and intensity. Yet she had not cum. He wouldn't let her. Each time she was close, she'd beg him to speed up, but he'd slow down instead. And in her last attempt at getting relief, her legs wrapped around his muscular thighs, her heels dug back, pulling him into her. But the kid resisted. Matthew had pulled out prematurely, leaving both her and him without relief.
During the past hour, Matthew had made Madeline beg for relief. He teased her, he gave her pleasure, but he didn't give her what she wanted. He brought her to the brink of untold pleasures, only to bring her back to reality. Orgasm was forgiveness and it wasn't going to be easy to get it. She needed to earn it. Pleasure and pain, they were both the same, they could both be enjoyed.
"Listen, Madeline. It's been fun but I have to go."
"What are you talking about? We're not finished yet," gasped Madeline, as she was out of breath and sleek with perspiration. She was tired, but still incredibly horny.
"Yes, we are. Trust me, it's better this way. It'll be more explosive next time, more fun."
It was a gutsy move. Before she could respond properly, Matthew had taken his clothes and left.
As she heard his car pull away, Madeline grimaced in horror. The thought that an arrogant kid like Matthew could get away without giving her what she wanted angered her.
She was perplexed. The kid could have left earlier, but he didn't. He stayed behind to give her pleasure, only to end it abruptly. He was wrong to leave her unsatisfied. At the same time, she knew he was right. Sex with him was incredibly intense, for he was a maniac in bed. He would come back, she was certain of it, or she'd bring him back with all her money and influence. And for the first time in a long time, she masturbated to get relief.
To Be Continued... jason99usa@yahoo.com