In much the same way a deck of cards folds in upon itself and hardly aware of how he got there; he found himself on his knees before her, the smooth and powerful tanned thighs he had neglected for so long rising up in imperious columns either side of the bald cunt she expected him to service.
“Just a moment, please,” he heard her say before covering the mouthpiece with a hand.
Reaching out, she took a handful of his hair and yanked his head back until he was staring into her eyes.
What he saw there did not bode well for him.
“Do it!” she ordered.
For a few seconds their eyes locked in conflict.
And it was Robin Beswick who blinked first.
Knowing he was on the verge of capitulating and amazed at how easily she had brought him to this point, amazed that she could ever have allowed suc
