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didn't like. He maneuvered me into the doggy position, grabbing my hair and making me scream in pain and then pleasure as he drove himself deep within my inner muscles. “Yes, take that cock…oh my…you are insatiable.” I could say the same thing for him, as he continued to give me what I wanted, at the expense of his own pleasure. He had the stamina of somebody 20 years younger, and I was beginning to see that he was not a five-minute wonder.
     
If you had told me yesterday that I would be falling into the arms of Richard, I would've told you that you were completely crazy and should be institutionalized. Now that I was feeling the effects of our heated romance, I couldn't imagine being anyplace else at this very moment. His breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel his cock pulsing within my frame, with my muscles strangling his shaft and trying to milk everything that he had stored up in his balls.
     
“YESSSSSSSS.” We both came together and his hot breath was at my ear, and I was his and he knew it. The jets of love juice didn’t seem to ever wane, until finally he came to a stop and just stayed behind me breathing heavy. “God damn, Selena, you are unbelievable and I’m so glad you decided to do this with me.” I didn’t want to think of anything else besides the feeling of his manly essence dripping out of my well-used and abused hole. Being taken in this manner was not my usual manner of sex, but I couldn’t deny the overwhelming results. “Don’t even think for a second that I’m finished with you. I just need some orange juice and a few minutes and then I will be ready again.” I hadn’t even considered that we were going to go again, not that I was going to complain.
     
“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll order up some room service.” I was in no rush to leave and I sighed deeply, as he moved towards the bathroom. His body was on full display and I couldn’t wait to partake in his pleasurable services again. I heard the water turn on and I just lay there is a sex crazed wonder over what I did. I couldn’t exactly take it back, so why not enjoy it to the fullest.
     
“If you need money to pay for room service, my wallet is in the top section of my suitcase.” I heard him crystal clear over the pounding of the water in the shower. “I’ll be out in a couple of minutes and then you are in for it.”
     
“HEY, I MIGHT NEED A SPANKING FOR BEING SO BAD.” He laughed when he heard that, and I was only half joking about that. Ordering up room service, I waited and it was no more than a few minutes, when I heard the knocking on the door. I went to his luggage, finding his wallet and pulling out a 20-dollar bill.
     
Opening the door, I came face to face with a young man that still had the peach fuzz over his lip. He was young and wearing that uniform with pride, as we wheeled the tray into the room and stood patiently for the tip. If I didn’t have Richard tonight, I might have tried to drown my sorrows in the entwined limbs of this young stuff. “Here you go and you have a good night.” He nodded, but didn’t say anything, as he backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.
     
I couldn’t understand why a couple of glasses of orange juice would need the accompanied service tray. Lifted the lid, I gasped audibly and backed away from the cart with my hand up to my mouth. Not only were there two glasses of orange juice, but also nestled right between them was a black as sin gun with a silencer affixed to the top. Why the hell was that there and how was I supposed to act? I heard the water stop and then saw the doorknob turning and had to make a decision about what to do next.
     
The gun was shining in the light above me, mocking me and instilling in me a feeling that crept up my spine. It's not like I haven't seen something like this before, and my husband has a tendency to bring his work home with him, which often includes small arms. He never thought much about