Chapter SixteenToby grunted as he drove himself into Lenore. She’d interrupted his breakfast clothed in nothing but tall, leather riding boots. Leading him in here, she’d stripped him and pushed him down in Roland’s office chair. Then she’d climbed astride his lap and impaled herself upon him.
The violence with which she threw herself into the act of s*x never failed to arouse him no matter what he had done the prior evening. The judge had been sweet and skilled and called him a pretty boy as she lightly stroked his chest. Lenore stripped him and took him at will and he wasn’t sure which he liked better. The judge’s body was soft with age and experience, whereas Lenore’s rippled with muscle and blinding directness. Even her breasts were slight and taut.
He took one of her n*****s in his
