Denny was so alive all night banging her to oblivion. He was enraged that she dared to disobey, but in all honesty, Denny just made use of it as an excuse. He was enjoying seeing her helplessly soaring from one orgasm to another. His first thought of punitive measures totally drifted off the drain as she begged in the most alluring, seducing ways with her whimpering sounds and hushed moans. He demanded obedience, he imposed superiority and dominance, he was the Master, and she was the servant, but all these claims turned out to be superficial. He warned her that if she ever dared call him other than honey, anywhere, like literally, anywhere- at home, at work, at the restaurant or supermarket, he would do worse than she has had. But in reality, in the realm of lust, sensuality, and affection, Denny was the servant, and Trisha was his Royal Highness. He bends at her every wish, told or not, he gives her the best of satisfaction he deems she would like to have, and she should have, to
He guided his cock to her narrowed entrance with a hand while an elbow balanced his weight on the bed just right below Trisha's armpit. Her position made her entrance even narrower as she was lying on her back with her legs flat straight on the bed, restrained to move as he was atop her whole lower body."Ohhhhhh... mmmm..." Trisha moaned as she felt the upper surface of Denny's cock rub on her clit every time he would move to thrust and unsheathe his shaft in and out of her wet folds. She couldn't help responding in quick, sharp, sudden movements whenever his cock would rock to and fro on the most sensitive part of her whole anatomy right at the moment. "Tu es si serré," [You're so tight] Denny groaned, struggling to push his girth all the way into her love cave. It even felt more strait as Trisha would stiffen and tighten subliminally whenever she felt the rapturous ecstasy of Denny's every sway of hips, pounding on her as soon as he made his cock, balls deep, inside her pussy. The
And so ever since then, Trisha would address her master/client according to how he demands to be addressed."Honey."She is not allowed to call him any other name. Not unless she wants to relive that night. As for Denisse, he was sent to a medical mission together with a team whom she had requested herself to be sent away earlier that year. She sent the people she was not pleased with to somewhere she hated knowing it was difficult to live there. There is no clean water, no good shelter, no electricity most of the time, and no internet or any kind of entertainment available in the city. Now, she will have to get along with the people she had mercilessly oppressed when she was among the board of directors, she still has authority in the team she was working with, but she will have to learn things on her own as no one might want to assist her over there. Denny briefed everyone on her team to report any malicious activity to the main office. If proven that Denisse breaks any rules, mor
The couples enjoyed their time. They had a very nice meal. The dinner they shared was not luxury food. But they were all prepared by Trisha. Denny wanted to hire catering services. But Trisha declined. She spoke with Trixie, and the latter said she would love to try Trisha's cooking skills that she would love to have homemade food if that won't stress Trisha so much. And Trixie made herself clear to ask for only a few dishes. "I will leave your place as soon as I see a lot of food on your table," she threatened Trisha. Trixie did not want Trisha to cook a lot. She did not want to tire the girl. A simple meal would absolutely do. She was also thinking about bringing some of their own. She will bring some for the two gents to enjoy. Appetizers to whatever drinks that they would like to have. Trixie asked Don Carlo in advance, so she would know what kind of food to prepare.The night before Friday, Denny went to the Supermarket again with Trisha. They bought everything Trisha would need
"How about you stay for the night instead?" Denny offered. "We have Guestrooms," he added.Trixie and Don Carlo looked at each other. Then to Trisha and Denny, just to look back at each other again. The older couple looked like they were having a conversation through their eyes only, and the younger couple could not get what they were talking about, even the slightest clue or the wildest guess. It was like a private conversation, even though they were sitting right in front of Trisha and Denny.Smiling, Trisha blinked her eyes that silently asked: "What is going on?" at Denny, who lightly shrugged his shoulders as if saying: "I don't have any idea," and smiled. The host and the service girl did not understand what was going on, but they did not ask either. They let the elders decide whether to let Trisha and Denny know or not. Soon, they finally spoke verbally. "No, honey, we have to go home," Trixie said to Don Carlo. Her words sounded like Don Carlo wanted to stay even though the
Denny and Trisha sent the Don and the lady to their car. The couple already had drinks, but they weren't really drunk. Two cars were waiting for the older couple outside Denny's house; one was their ride while the other was their bodyguards. But before they got into the vehicle, Don Carlo remembered about something he wanted to collect. "I would like to hug my daughter," he lightly frowned at Denny. He seemed to be asking and demanding at the same time for permission to do as he stated. "Young man, you hugged my wife last time, remember?" Don Carlo reminded Denny, in a questioning manner. The man in question, Denny, snorted. He wanted to deny Don Carlos' words playfully. But he heard Trisha comment."I also remember," she said, chuckling softly. Denny could no longer proceed with his thoughts to deny as Don Carlo's claim became even more firm with Trisha claiming as a witness. He laughed lowly in defeat. "Mother, rescue me!" Denny played like a dramatic actor as he made himself loo
The next day came it was Sunday. Danny could feel Trisha was nervous, so he comforted her again. No matter how hard the service girl tried to hide it, Denny could still see the faint shadow of her anxiousness showing on her face as she looks at him with a stiff smile."Don't worry, everything is gonna be alright. My parents are never like my sister. They are very kind, actually, that is why I do not know where my sister got her toxic personality," Denny made his words sound light and funny to ease Trisha's worried mind. The latter noticed the intentions conveyed of her master's words to alleviate her mood so she quickly apologized."I'm so sorry..." Trisha bit her lip, she almost added the word "sir". She cleared her throat and moistened it by swallowing her spit before she continued. "It's that I am not comfortable, to be honest," Trisha apologized. She could not tell her client she was scared he would end their contract too soon. It was the biggest reason she was scared. The bigges
Trisha hoped in her heart for things to happen in her favor, but she also prepared her heart for any breaking that may await her. She managed to make her face show a polite smile despite how nervous she was feeling inside. They arrived at the Vero's residential compound. There are four separate buildings with similar designs and sizes, standing on the sides, two to the left and two to the right. There was a wide garden with colorful flowers and various plants in front of a wooden gazebo next to the buildings to the right, while on the opposite side was a convertible indoor-outdoor eighteen by forty feet size swimming pool - it has a sliding glass cover which covers the pool when they want it used as an indoor pool, while they could slide the glass cover open to convert it into an outdoor pool. It was also because there were a lot of trees around that Chloe Vero chose to have the covers installed. From the gates, Trisha could tell this man beside her in the car was someone among the