“Your glass is looking pretty empty there, cowboy,” the bartender said to him cynically. “Can I pour you another one?” “Yeah…sure,” Michael said, sliding his glass toward him. “Coming right up,” the man replied as he grabbed Michael’s glass an...
She was innocent, it was written all over her face, body movement, gestures, and her curiosity. It was rare, pure and so few women had it, but it was unmistakable and perfect for training. Innocent ones were like little pups attaching themselves to their mother’s tit. The hunger that an innocent ...