With skillful hands, Creighton lifted her off his lap to kneel on the floor in front of the sofa, her breasts lying against the soft leather. Sandra moaned again as he reached around the front of her and thrust two fingers quickly into her vagina, moving her into a ready position of passion. She moaned when he removed his fingers then slipped an arm around her waist, lifting her to lean on her knees on the edge of the sofa. Her arms braced on the back of the cushions as he held her securely around the hips, slipping the tip of his penis into her wet canal. It was tight, but his movements were fluent and easy as he thrust into her, making her moan again. The sensation of the beads in her bottom were alien yet arousing as they pressed against the wall between her vagina and her rectum, massaging her passage with every movement he made.Sandra listened to the heavy panting from the man behind her. He massaged the firm muscles of her buttocks, slapping her bottom gently with his bare hand

Creighton remained quiet for a moment, glancing down to his glass again and shrugged.“Just seems like a lot of land to sell. Does he need the money that badly?”“Not really,” she answered, unconvinced at his attempt to recover. “He’s been thinking of selling for a while, but the mayor of our town is pushing him to make the deal. I think he’ll probably do it, but not for the price the mayor thinks it is worth. The idiot is so eager for the plant to be built in Hoisington that he’d sell his own mother if she wasn’t already dead.” Creighton chuckled softly, draining his wine glass in one large swallow before standing and walking to the stereo, flipping it off.“What do you want to do now?” he asked, placing his empty glass on the credenza, then turned and smiled wickedly as he walked back to her. He sat on the coffee table in front of her and placed his hand on her leg, causing an electric tingle to travel up her legs to that secret spot that he so loved to excite.“What did you have i

“You wanted to know what the bunny does, so watch what I do.” He slowly inserted the tube into her moist vagina and turned it back on, twisting it and thrusting it slowly in and out of her until she began to moan. Just as she thought she knew what he was going to do, he opened the lips of her labia, moving the bunny toward her clitoris, positioning the ears on either side of it. She gasped at the sensation and moaned deep as the intense feeling began to rise between her legs.“Do you want to cum?” he asked, and she nodded shyly. “Say it, I want to hear you say the words.”“I can’t,” she said softly.“Then I’ll stop,” he threatened and switched the device off, causing her to groan with frustration. “Say it and I’ll turn it back on.”“Please,” she begged.“Say it, Sandra. I want to hear the words. I can’t please you unless I know what you want me to do.”“Creighton, please,” she begged, tears springing to her eyes.“Don’t hide your desires from me, I need to hear it. Just say the words

“Aren’t you afraid of someone coming in?” she gasped, listening to his deep chuckle.“Nobody comes in here without my permission.”“I came in.”“You have my permission to go anywhere and do anything you like on this yacht. As my wife, everything I own will be half yours.” He carefully cupped her breasts in his warm hands, smiling seductively at her as they spoke.“Shouldn’t we have a prenuptial agreement?”“No,” he said firmly, looking back into her eyes. “If you leave me, you take everything I have of worth. You will take my heart and my soul, anything less than that is of no importance to me.” Sandra was taken by surprise at the intense expression in his eyes and found herself mesmerized by the dark depths. “I love you, Sandra. I have since I first laid eyes on you. Someday you’ll understand just how deeply my feelings for you run.”“Have you always been a romantic?” she asked with an amused smile. He leaned closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers, brushing her lips very briefly

“Is that too hard?” she asked, and he smiled.“No, it’s fine. Actually, it’s quite exciting.” She suddenly felt braver and flicked the crop against the side of his hips, and up his ribcage, across his firm muscular stomach. He moaned and gasped as she caressed it across the dark nipples hiding beneath the spattering of hair. Biting her lip again to gain courage, she gently flicked his chest, striking the crop against one small erect nipple. Creighton moaned, rolling his head back when she did it again. She laughed at his reaction, knowing exactly what he was feeling. The tip of the crop moved slowly up as she caressed his sternum, and back down to his navel, stopping just above the head of his penis, pulsating against his stomach.“Try it,” he told her as if reading her mind. She gently flicked the crop against the side of his erection, and he groaned.“I’m sorry,” she said softly, afraid she had hurt him, until he shook his head.“Don’t stop,” he whispered in a deep husky tone, his