She went to the hall closet and grabbed her large silver purse. She thought it better to be prepared. XXX Dropping her bag and jacket on the chair. “You will be my good slut.” Whap. Instead it was buried in between her legs. If you were not looking for it you would miss it, but he didn’t. Fingers running through her hair was an amazing feeling for her. “Good boy,” she called him again. She smiled to herself and turned just as he saw her. She was still good out her dominant role. She headed downstairs with her wine glass in tow. Who is this Lucas character?”
“He was Atticus online. Her mind again racing on how he knows her first name. His face told the story more than any words could ever. “I can do this,” she commanded. “Where was I,” he questioned but knew the
