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Shyla let out a heavy sigh as she finished lacing up her snow boots. Claire had them sent over first things this morning. Last night had been awful. She'd tossed and turned so much and it felt like she had just managed to fall asleep when she heard the knock at her door. She got up hoping it was Liam only to find a box of winter gear and a note from Claire to enjoy the slopes. She brought everything into her room then took a hot shower and got dressed. She took her time, she wasn't exactly thrilled to started the day. She hadn't even left the room yet but she already felt exhausted sitting on the edge of her bed.
She had been restless all night agonizing over what she should do. She had always planned on telling Liam about her past someday but now it was more complicated them ever. Not only had she been an escort but she'd slept with his brother. True she hadn't even known Liam existed back then but it didn't change things. She knew she had to sit him down and soon, once this horrible weekend was over, she decided she'd tell him everything.
She doubted he'd take it well but she didn't want there to be any secrets between them...especially if there relationship still stood a chance. She honestly didn't know how they were going to move past this. She was an only child but if Liam had slept with her sister. She didn't know how she could let it go. She also didn't want to think about it but someday, Rotham would recognize her and then what?
A sharp knock pulled her from her thoughts. She perked up hearing Claire's voice through the door, "Once you're finished getting ready, do come join us for breakfast in the main parlor room."
Claire didn't wait for Shyla to respond. She saw her shadow move under the door as she stepped away. Shyla fell back on the bed and let out another heavy sigh. Once again she had no idea how she was going to survive this weekend. She rolled over and screamed into one of her pillows. She figured it would be good to let out some agitation before the day had even begun. She doubted she would be able to later.
She sat up, ran her fingers through her hair then wondered where the main parlor room was. It wasn't like this place had a map. She got up and went to the bathroom. She brushed her hair out, putting it up in loose bun with a few strand hanging down. Then she put on makeup and spitzed some light perfume over herself. She looked at herself in the mirror for a second adjusting her outfit. She had on some tight fitting black thermal leggings and a baggy pale pink turtleneck sweater. She smoothed out her winkles and hoped it would be warm enough with her jacket.
She yawned still feeling so tried, besides the lack of sleep she wasn't exactly a morning person. She didn't like to get up before noon if she could help it, especially on a Saturday. She didn't get what their rush was. She grabbed the rest of her winter gear and managed to shuffle out of her room. She wandered around the manor, quickly losing her way. She had no idea what floor the parlor room would even be on.
Thankfully she eventually ran into Petra, who looked just as tired as she was, if not more so. They glanced at each other but didn't speak. Shyla followed her to what she assumed was the parlor room. It turned out to be on the second floor. It was a large corner room, with tall windows. The floor was covered in an ornate rug that took up most the room and the walls had various artwork that looked like it belong in a museum.
There were several round tables scattered throughout the room, covered in delicate lace clothe. Six settings had been place over two tables, three at each table. Claire was already seated and waved to the girls to sit on either side of her. She realized she would not be sitting next to Liam yet again and did her best to hide her disappointment as she took a seat next to Claire. She couldn't help but wonder if the men and women were always separate or if it was just for her benefit.
Rotham and Richard came in next, followed by Liam. Shyla waved to him and he yawned, waving back at her. His hair was still plastered to the side of his face, sticking out at weird angles. He looked to be exhausted himself and she wondered if anyone had slept well. He started to come over but his mother gave him a stern look and he paused. He let out a heavy sigh and pulled back. For a moment both he and Shyla shared a painfully strained looked. Then she stared down at her empty plate as Liam took a seat at Rotham and Richard's table. Less then a minute later, several servants dressed in white aprons came in and took their orders as if they were at a restaurant.
Petra ordered a latte. Claire ordered some orange slices and tea. Shyla asked for french toast with bacon. Claire and Petra gave her a sideways looks but it was too early for her to give a damn. If she was going to have to endured this weekend, she certainly wasn't going to starve. She ordered lots of syrup and a large glass of milk to go with it. After that it was light conversation about the weather and how the piste's were fairing. Petra could see Shyla was lost and informed her it was a common term for a groomed ski run. Shyla simply nodded but it was all so new to her.
Thankfully it didn't take long for breakfast to be served they timed it so everyone was served at once. The room was quiet as everyone ate. At point point Shyla looked over at Liam hoping to catch his eye but his back was turned to her. Instead she ended up making eye contact with Rotham who just politely smiled at her. She politely smiled back at him then averted her eyes for the rest of her meal.
When Claire was nearly finished with her tea and orange slices she clucked her tongue looking at Shyla's half eaten plate, "You should really pace yourself dear. You're not going to want a full stomach on the slopes."
"Slopes," questioned Shyla.
Claire shared a look with Petra, clearly they were bother humored by her lack of knowledge, "Liam said you'd never been before but I surely you should know some terms. Perhaps you should have read up some before coming all the way out here,"
"Sorry," said Shyla before taking a sip of her milk. She couldn't help but feel Claire was being snobbish but she suppose she could have done some light reading on it or at least have asked Liam about some terms she should know. He'd told her it wasn't that hard to learn and once she got the hang of it she'd have a blast. Now she wondered if it might be more complicated then she thought.
"It's quite alright. I'm sure you're a fast learner." said Petra. She reached out and touched Shyla's hand giving it a gentle squeeze. It was a nice gesture which only made her feel worst about everything with Rotham.
"Let us hope so," said Claire with a sigh.
Shyla let out a sigh of her own finishing off her bacon. After a minute or so she thought oh well, even if it wasn't easy at least she'd be with Liam. She looked forward to getting to spend the day with him. She almost looked back at him, then remembered Rotham being just across from him and instead looked out the window.
Claire slowly sipped her tea before setting it down, "Well if you're to learn, I dare say I know the best teacher for the job. He used to volunteer his holidays as a teacher up here, when he was a teenager." Shyla thought she was talking about Liam but to her horror, Claire turned her head and said "Rotham dear, would you come over?"
Shyla nearly dropped her fork as Rotham stood up and came over to the table. She put her hands in her lap nervously as she stared down at her plate. She did not want to be this close to him. Every second he was near her was a chance for him to remember her.
"Yes mother," said Rotham stopping just next to Shyla. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see his fingers and pants leg.
She closed her eyes as Claire went on, "Shyla here's never skied before. Will you teach her?"
"Certainly," said Rotham without a moment of hesitation.
Shyla pursed her lips, trembling at the thought of being alone with Rotham, let alone all day. She let out a little groan before she politely said, "Oh, no, thank you, but I don't want to take up your time, it's fine really. Liam can teach me."
"Nonsense," said Rotham. He rested his hand on the back of her chair and she got a chill up her spine. "It's not trouble at all and Liam isn't as experienced as I am. Besides that he prefers snowboarding these days."
"Frankly, he's never been very good at skiing," said Claire.
"Well I could go snowboarding," said Shyla, leaning forward in her chair. Some of her hair came undone as she realized it was under Rotham's hand, still on the back of her chair.
"Oh, sorry," said Rotham not noticing he'd caught some of it.
"It's fine," said Shyla scrambling to fix it. She knew she must look so strange right now. She was trying not to draw attention to herself, hoping Rotham wouldn't take a closer look at her but she was so nervous, she was no doubt drawing more attention to herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to 'act natural.'
"Snowboarding isn't for beginners, Shyla" said Petra.
"Yes," agreed Rotham, "It is always better to learn to ski first before you even think about attempting a board."
"Then it's settled," said Claire happily. Shyla struggled to hide her disappointment as it really looked like she wasn't getting out of this. She wondered why Liam hadn't said anything, he must have still been waking up. She turned to look at him hoping he'd turned about instead got a full view of Rotham's crotch. She quickly turned away and looked back at her plate.
"Do you need any gear?" asked Rotham.
"I sent her over some essentials when I found out what she'd packed." said Claire.
Shyla was surprised, not only had she gone through her stuff but she was openly admitting to it. No one else seemed phased by this Petra even cracked a joke. "Hmp, you can't expect to go up the mountain in your underwear."
Shyla looked at her sideways, "I wasn't I just figured there would be a rental shop?"
"Rental shop," repeated Claire and then she and Petra laughed, "Oh don't be silly dear, this isn't your run the mill ski resort."
"Right," said Shyla. Not only was this not a lodge, this wasn't a ski resort. She pushed her food around half expecting them to say they owned the mountain and the very snow that fell on it. She realized she was feeling a little salty but she felt embarrassed and agitated that Rotham was to be her teacher."I'm sorry,"
"It's quite alright dear. I understand this must be a lot to take in," said Claire.
Shyla picked up her glass of milk sought to finish it off.
"I'm sure I'll get you all sorted out." said Rotham. He snapped his fingers and Shyla spit up her milk causing a mess. He eyes went wide as she looked at Rotham but he seemed puzzled by her reaction a servant came over and she realized the 'snap' had been for him.
"Are you alright," said Petra.
"Yes, sorry just went down the wrong tube."
"Well be careful dear. Honestly you shouldn't be drinking dairy it isn't good for you. Cause flem in the throat"
"Oh," said Shyla wiping her face and chest off as she coughed.
Some milk came out her nose. Rotham asked the servant to see if they had any skis in Shyla's size. The servant nodded and rushed off. Shyla stared at the rest of her food but found she was no longer hungry if anything she was sick to her stomach. Thankfully a minute or two later Liam finally got up and came over.
He brushed his hand against her back and yawned again, "How did you sleep?"
"About the same as you, I suspect," said Shyla.
"Yeah I had a lot on my mind last night didn't fall asleep until late," said Liam yawning yet again.
"Yeah," she said. She stood up and started to fix his hair. Claire began to clear her throat no doubt find it improper.
"Uh," said Liam taking her hand, "Would you like to go for a walk? I'd love to show you the pool."
Before Shyla could respond, Claire stood and said, "I've already shown her the manor dear, "You need to get ready, go take a shower and freshen up for your big day. Besides, you're going to want to save all your energy for the slope."
"Yes," said Rotham crossing his arms, "I'd like to get started as soon as possible. I'll start you out with a quick run through of your gear then teach you how to start and most importantly stop. From their we'll hit the bunny slope and see how you fair. Have lunch around noon. Then if you're up to it we can hit the hills again and make a day of it."
"Great," said Liam, "He really is a good teacher."
"Great," said Shyla, "But I was hoping you'd show me a thing or two."
"Don't be rude dear," said Claire, "Rotham has already offered,"
"I don't mean to be rude I just...never mind," she said.
Liam gave her hand a squeeze. "Don't worry we'll have plenty of time together later if not then after this weekend."
She smiled him. She couldn't wait for this weekend to be over but yet at the same time she also dreaded it. Know...this weekend might actually be their last. Her face dropped and he noticed, "You okay?"
"Fine. Just tired," she said.
"Well trust me you're going to well sleep tonight," said Petra getting up, "After a day out on the hills you'll be lucky if you can drag yourself to bed."
Shyla hoped it wasn't that exhausting but didn't say anything as everyone began to go their separate ways, except for Rotham. He smiled at her politely. With his glasses on he almost looked like a half way...normal guy, instead of the psycho she'd knew him as. For a moment she wondered how this weekend would have been if they hadn't met before. He would have just been Liam's brother. She supposed he would have seemed nice enough but of course she knew better.
She bit her lip as he asked, "Are you ready,"
"Let me change my sweater," she said looking down at it. She had spilled more milk on it then she'd realized.
"Alright, I'll be down at the front door. Do you need directions?"
"No," she said, "I think I'll manage."
"Alright then, I'll take care of a few things myself and meet you there."
She nodded and he left. For a moment she furrowed her brow. Did he really not recognize her? Surely by now he should have had some inkly of de ja vu...right. Perhaps he just thought she looked familiar? They had only known each other for three days but they had really 'known each other'. Though she supposed he could do that sort of thing all the time. He could have been with load of women and she was just a drop in the bucket. Yet she knew that wasn't true. She'd heard about all the crazy shit he'd done after she took off. He had been unrelenting. Still he seemed to pay her no mind now. Maybe he got over it...or maybe he was just really bad with faces...like she was with directions.
It took her way longer then it should have to get back to her room but there were so many hallways and all the doors were alike. She wondered how they told anything apart. When she popped her head into her room she let out a sigh of relief shut the door and then leaned against it. She closed her eyes and just stayed there for a moment before she pressed on.
He was probably at the door waiting for her. She took off her sweater and tossed it on the floor then went to where they had put all of her clothes. She found another pale blue sweater it wasn't ass baggy nor a turtle neck but it would be warm none the less. She put it on then went to the bathroom and fixed up her hair. She decided it was better to braid it as the loose bun wasn't staying intact. She doubted she was going to have time to keep putting it up.
As she braided her hair she thought she heard a squeak coming from the storage closet. This room was so insane that it had four doors. One for the bathroom, one for the door out, one for her cloths and one for storage, it mostly held the linen and bedding along with some toiletries. She realized the door to the storage closet had come slightly ajar. She went to investigate it when there was a knock at her door. She worried she'd taken so long that Rotham had come to fetch her.
She went to the door and asked "Who is it?"
"It's me, Liam!" called Liam.
Shyla lit up and nearly flung the door open. He had on heavy jacket and hat. He seemed all ready to go in the time that it had taken her to find her room.
"You're not ready yet!" he said. "I was hoping to walk you down."
"You still can." said Shyla but couldn't resist kissing him. However the kiss quickly turned into something more. Liam shut the door behind him and Shyla smiled, "Oh so now you want to tuck me in."
"Maybe he said," he removed his hat and unzipped his heavy jacket. She lifted off her sweater and tossed it to the end of the bed before helping Liam out of his jacket. They began to make out then pealing off the rest of their clothes as they stumbled over to the bed. Neither noticed the door to the storage closet widen nor the piercing ice blue eyes that glared from within the shadows.
Once they were both naked, Shyla grabbed her purse off a desk in the room, pulling out a condom. She went over to him, teasing him. "Aren't you afraid your mommy will catch us?"
Liam groaned and reached forward. Grabbing Shyla's arm, he pulled her onto the bed. For a while, the two kissed and rolled in the sheets. Liam pressed his face into her breasts, slowly kissing and caressing them. She moaned out and Liam said, "I missed you so much last night."
"I missed you more," she insisted softly kissing his lips.
She pulled away and he laid on his back as she went over to his penis. It was still a bit soft, waiting for her lips to rouse it. Liam smiled as Shyla kissed the tip of his dick. She wrapped her soft moist lips around him and bobbed up and down several times before licking his tip. He quickly grew hard as she went down on him again then pulled back slowly sucking his shaft. Her mouth was so warm and her lips felt so good. Liam threw his head back and closed his eyes, smiling as he moaned.
In the closet Rotham shook with rage as he watched them together. He reached for his phone dialing his brother's number. A few seconds later Liam's phone rang. They both glanced at it but neither of them stopped. Shyla continued to suck on Liam cock and he ran his hands through her hair wrapping her long braid around his hand. Rotham repeatedly called but they both ignored the phone until it stopped ringing.
Rotham texted his wife then, when she didn't respond he called her but there was no answer. He knew she must have still be in the shower. He thought about who else he could call but in the end let out a sigh and pressed his head against the door. It creaked, opening a bit more. He could see everything.
Shyla loved the taste of Liam. As she moved her tongue around Liam's member, a bit of pre-cum came up every now and then. She smiled, hearing his delight as she slid him into the back of her throat. Shyla enjoyed the feeling of him against her tongue. How he could start of soft and then grow so fucking hard. While Rotham had been a shower Liam was a grower. He'd start out small then get bigger as his cock became engorged with pleasure. She loved watching it pulse and twitch and couldn't wait to have it inside her.
When it was ready she ripped the condom wrapper open then put it on her tongue so she could roll it onto his cock with her mouth. She knew he loved that! There were a lot of little things she did that he loved. She knew he was going to be crushed when she told him everything...that she'd learned most of her techniques from being an escort. They'd had several classes on arousal and completion. She tried not to think about any of it and tried to just stay in this moment here with him.
He smiled as she slowly climbed on top of him. She was shaved something she'd been doing for the last few month after reading about it in a fashion magazine. He was able to watch as she took hold of him and slowly guided his stiffen member inside her. She liked watching his expression as she took him inside her. Once she had settled on top of him she ran her hands over his chest then picked herself up and plopped herself back down. He let out a loud groan and she hoped no one was walking by their room at the moment because she knew things could get loud.
She jerked her hips as she began to ride him the mattress was so good that the springs didn't make a sound. He reached up grabbing her breasts. He played with the nipples running his thumbs over them before squeezing her breasts. She let out several moans as she loved the feel of him. He caressed her stomach as gyrated her body making the bed shake. She threw her head back for a moment then leaned forward looming over him she danged some of her loose hair over his face.
She increased the speed and impact of her movements. She'd almost pull completely off him before slamming back down on him. Liam's breath caught as he moved his hands to her hair once more. He grabbed the sides of her face and pulled up to kiss her. Their lips softly locked several times before as he grunted then groaned with pleasure. She felt him growing close but was nearly there herself.
She squeezed down on him driving him closer to the edge with every second. He suddenly rolled them and pulled out of her trying to prolong their pleasure. He ran across her breast and stomach as she laid on her back. He grabbed her knees and she through her was going to spread her and enter her but he smirked knowing what she liked.
He quickly flipped her over on her stomach and she squealed with glee. She thrust her pussy up into the air while pressing her head against the mattress. He took a moment to admire her as she wiggled her self in the air wanting him to take her. Rotham nearly broke his phone as he shook with furry and glared at the two.
He wanted someone to stop them, to end this torture, he kept calling his wife but she wasn't out of the fucking shower yet. He painfully watched his brother come up on his woman. She was his! He'd had her first! Liam moved around, finding her entrance before gently pushing in. Rotham pulled several of the towel off the shelves knowing he was doing it wrong….like every fucking thing in his life.
Shyla was a whore! You couldn't be gentle with whores! He wouldn't have fumbled around. He would have entered her hard and fast. The next time he was inside her...he wouldn't stop until she knew her place and was trembling beneath him. He couldn't bear to watch his brother screw this up he nearly burst out of the closet and threw him off her but turned around instead. Before, when Shyla was on top, he had just seen her and he could imagine it was him beneath her. But it wasn't him.
As he tensed, sweating in the closet, it took everything he had not to act. He shouldn't have come in here but he knew she'd be changing and he wanted to see her if only for a moment. Part of him hoped she might find him in the storage closet and he could have dropped this charade of theirs. He'd confront her, wrap his belt around that lying little throat of her and bang her brains out. Remind her what a real man felt like. He ran a hand over his face...wishing he could have a smoke but alas he knew they'd smell it. If his brother found him he'd have to come up with some excuse and things would become more troublesome.
He heard Shyla let out several moans and nearly dragged his nails down his face, knocking off his glasses. She had to be faking it! Had to be fucking with him! He knew the sound of her true moans and this wasn't it. Yes he could still recall how she had sounded when she'd crumbled beneath him. He madly smiled to himself certain she was faking it and Liam the idiot didn't have a clue. He struggled not to laugh and scream at the same time. His chest felt like it was on fire and his groin ached, longing to be the one buried deep inside her.
Shyla clung to the bed sheets as Liam pushed into her. He grabbed her hips and thrust. They hit hard and were powerful but she could tell he was holding back. She grinded back against him close to cumming and cried out, "Fuck me harder...harder Liam. Don't hold back"
He gripped her hips and pushed into her more strength. She could feel his balls smacking against her and loved every time he hit her core. She was so close, so close. Just a few more minutes...seconds maybe she bared down on him as she felt it, the edge of an orgasm. She slammed back against him and he pushed into her feeling her twist around him. He was unable to hold back and she felt him suddenly jerk then stiff as he came. He let out several heavy breaths and loud groans as euphoria washed over him.
He clutched her tightly holding them still as she road her wave. She closed her eyes tightly still just on the edge but not quite over. She moved against Liam hoping to still cum but he pulled out and fell back to sit on his knees. She stifled a groan and bit her lip hiding her disappointment She lowered herself then rolled over on her back smiling up at him. He looked down at her so very lovingly.
"You are so hot. He said.
"Thank you." she said reaching out she brushed his cheek.
He held her hand to his face then asked, "Did you?"
"Yeah." lied Shyla. "Oh yeah."
"Really? You're so quiet when you cum."
Shyla thought she heard a laugh from somewhere but looking around and didn't see anyone else besides them in the room. She figured she must have just imagined it.
"It's a skill." she said finally responding.
She didn't want him to know she hadn't cum. She slowly got up and stretched. She found it strange. Before, when she told men she'd cum, it was because she was hoping for bigger tips or not to hurt their feelings. Yet with Liam, she really wanted to make him happy for nothing in return.. She didn't care so much that he hadn't made her cum, only that he had. She always loved that smile he'd get. He pulled the condom off and tied it before handing it to her. She took it into the bathroom and flushed it before cleaning herself up.
He quickly got dressed and she hugged him giving him a few more kisses. "We'd better get downstairs before everyone notices were gone."
"Right! Fuck!"
"What."
"I just realized you're brother is waiting for me at the front door."
Liam scoffed, "He can wait."
"Right," said Shyla, "I'm sure he'll love that."
"I honestly don't care what he'd loved."
"Really, hmm." said Shyla
"What," said Liam.
"It's nothing." said Shyla.
"No what?" said Liam.
Shyla crossed her arms, "If you honestly don't care then I don't see why you didn't stop your mother earlier."
"Stop her from what?"
"Uh, setting Rotham up as my trainer." Part of her still hoped she could get out of it. If Liam didn't care about offending his brother then maybe-
"Ah yeah," he said scratching his head, "Sorry I was still waking up." He let out a heavy sigh "I might not like him but he really is a good trainer. He's even won a few competitions."
"So," said Shyla pouting, "He's not you!"
Liam smirked then embraced her, "Well not everyone can be so lucky,"
"No, I guess not," said Shyla she uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
They shared a few loving kisses then Liam ran his hands up and down her sides, "I promise it wont be that bad. You'll learn and then we'll have fun skiing together."
"Maybe you can teach me to snowboard?"
"Maybe but let's see how you do on skis first, okay."
"Okay," she said.
"Now you getting dressed or what?" he asked finally noticing she hadn't started.
"You go ahead. I'll be down in a minute. I should probably clean up a bit."
"Right, Okay." said Liam with a slight smile. "I'll let them know you'll be down in a minute."
"Thanks," said Shyla.
"No thank you," said Liam giving her a wink.
He kissed her again then left the room. Rotham stood there still festering in agony. Their words had only added to his torment. 'He's not you.' He struggled not to scoff. Liam could never compare to him. He was a million times more superior in every way. Not everyone can be so lucky, he only wishes. He ground his teeth as she watched Shyla just stand there for a moment. She stretched then looked around the room tapping her finger tips against her lips. He expected her to get dressed and leave. He would wait a tick then follow her after. Considering how easily she got lost he would certainly make it to the front door well before her.
He watched her smiled to herself before she went over to her purse and pulled something out. She smiled at it taking it in her hand she went into the bathroom and he heard the sink turn on. A moment later she returned and he was able to see what she had in her hands, some sort of plastic egg.
Shyla laid on the bed and spread herself. He raised an eyebrow as she pushed it up inside her and he realized it was a sex toy. The room was so quiet, he heard a low hum and realized it must vibrate. He smiled…his brother hadn't satisfied her so she was doing it herself. For a moment his agony subsided as she let out a deep moan. She closed her legs then rolled over on her stomach and began to buck her hips on the bed like she was being fucked from behind.
She gathered the sheets and blankets up around her tightly clutching to them as she continued to pump her hips into the bed. He took himself out wanting to join her. For a second he debated quietly opening the door then springing himself on her. He'd fucked that toy so far up her, she'd explode with pleasure. He got his finger tips wet and rubbed them over the top of his cock then began to stroke himself. He didn't move he just watched. After a few seconds he decided he would just work one out and save their 'reunion' for another time.
Between Brittan and Petra they had gotten enough information to lock her down. He knew everything name, he government number, bank account, school numbers. He had her! At last he had her but he didn't want any surprises. Brittan was still running a thorough background check and would be checking her apartment out later. Once he was sure she didn't have any roommates or pets, he'd let himself in as maintenance and go through everything. By the end of the weekend there would be no more secrets...no more place she could run and hide. Once he was certain of it then….then he would finally take what was his.
Her jerked himself staring at her ass as it madly bounced up and down on the bed. She moaned even louder then cried out, no doubt close. Rotham worked himself harder and faster. For several minutes the two grinded and stroked in unison until at last she cried out jerk then stiffening her body. He let go pretending he was releasing in her as her jutted his seed out onto the door. She cried out "Yes, Yes..Oh fuck yes! Fuck me...fuck me." He could tell she'd cum hard and good. Those right there were her true moans. Not the ones she gave his idiot brother.
He emptied himself out smirking knowing he'd been right. She had been faking it. His brother could never satisfy a whore like her. You had to be a real man! A few seconds later Shyla started grinding her hips again, going for a second and then third. Several long minutes passed as she bashed out half a dozen maybe even more, orgasms.
He smiled, pleased with her sexual appetite. He cleaned himself up and wished he could have her on film so that he could watch her cum over and over again. She looked absolutely magnificent, spilled out all over the sheets, covered in a light sweat and panting from her endless ecstasy. She was a work of art. He wouldn't mind having of painting of her like this. Something he could hang over his desk and enjoy throughout his day.
Enjoy, he couldn't wait to enjoy her. He'd let himself cum quickly but he knew when they were finally back together he'd take something strong and go all night long. Fuck he might bury himself in her for days on end and fill that pussy up good! He noticed she'd made his brother wear a condom. It was good sign that he might still be the only man to cum inside. She rubbed his jaw thinking he waned to be the first and only for the rest of her life.
He suddenly felt cocky even satisfied. He looked forward to spending all day with her. He'd take his time training her. He'd teach her how to sky but also teach her a few command as well. Might as well get started. Shyla pushed the toy out then sat up on her knees. She ran her hands all over her body and smiled to herself...finally satisfied no doubt.
She got up and stumbled into the bathroom. He heard the shower turn on and his phone rang. He nearly had a heart attack as he answered it. Petra had finally seen his messages, "Hey baby I'm, sorry I'm about ready I know I'm running late but beauty takes time.
He quickly realize she HAD NOT seen his messages she'd simply called him back thinking he was upset she was running late.
He hissed cupping his hand around his mouth and the phone, "When I call you, you answer the phone. I don't' care what you are doing. You fucking pick up! Before Petra could respond, he hung up on her.
The shower turned off a few minutes later and Shyla dried herself off brushing then braiding her hair again. She walked around the room naked for a few minutes then slowly got dressed again lacing up her boots once more. She checked herself out in the mirror, sprayed herself with some perfume and left the room.
He waited a few minutes before he stepped out of the closet. He quickly cleaned the door off with a towel from the closet. He started to leave but paused looking at the bed. Shyla had left her sex toy out. He picked it up. It was warm to the touch covered in her juices. He breathed it in then unzipped a pocket in his snow pants and put it in decided to keep it. He didn't want her working any more out. No next time she came it would be him inside her.
He doubted she would cause any fuss and report it mission. He took one last look around the room before he went to the door. He opened it carefully looking around. He couldn't see anyone and quickly stepped back out into the hall. He shut the door behind him then adjusted his jacket and pants as he took the quickest route to the front door a grin on his face.
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