The Journey Unknown( In Search Of An Ex)

You'll still look for Melissa

"Oh! You're a virgin. You should have told me. "

"It is time to disvirgin me, stop giving excuses, Marcello. "

With his finger inside her, she gasped out "Ohh Gawd. Disvirgin me now. Marcello! Marcello! disvirgin me. "

"I -I hope you- you won't say I disvirgined you? "

"C'mon why are you talking like this, you ain't a man? " He irritated her

Don Marcello accepted he fucked up.

Seeing it now as a challenge, he came with force.

"Is it because I told you to disvirgin me? "

"Nooh," he said, but within him, he knew should he fail to disvirgin her, she would hiss. No amount of generosity will clear the shame. She could even doubt why his Melissa ran away.

He jacked her leg up. Her right leg, and hung it across his shoulder, and adjusted himself in ten-after-twelve position.

Pushing the johnthomas in, the cap was larger than the entrance. The entrance of her sanctuary. There was a struggle between the two. Why was she struggling? Not because of pain only. This was the edifice of God, this was the sanctuary she had guarded for twenty-four years, today, twenty-fifth January, she is signing the treaty for the alien fellow she just knew not quite long to break the wall, the ancient wall of Hymen.

That means the next priest will not know she had guarded her sanctuary for him.

"Oh. It is painting me, Marcello! Marcello! Marcello!"

Like the captain of the two, Marcello was digging the trench, teeth fastened. He was breathing harder. There was silence, except for the percussion of the hearts and the bed, creaking.

Marcello! Marcello! It is paining me."

Marcello, continued the trusting, knowing his personality was on trial. Either, yes, he's a correct guy or a good-for-nothing guy.

Blood began to show face. Don Marcello told her to wait.

He yanked off the bed sheet completely and turned her.

She was on her knees, her loaded crop of breasts compressed on the pillows, she held the pillows tight not to tilt over as he thrust and thrust, making way for the iron like a plumber.

As a great sensation took over her, she knew the sanctuary had been evaded

She entangled their legs, Don Marcello hit her, and she held him tighter. "You have disvirgined me. Let me rest. "

"No way! "

He reached her breast and fomented it with madness.

She groaned and loosened her legs

He continued to dig in. Today is today.

No amount of love he'd profess to her that would make her regard him as a man if he did not break her arse into pieces.

"Am tired, Marcello! Marcello! You have disvirgined me! "she begged.

He continued to knack her, hammering her. It was a corporal punishment.

She was waving her head, strands of hair flying into her face.

She was spitting. Sweat. Sweat.

"Sorry." Don Marcello gasped out, himself tired. watch

Batch by batch, batch by batch he was spewing out the liquid biting him.

He lit his cigarette." What a heck! "

"What's that dear? " Maria asked him, surprised. and bitter.

Melissa! Melissa! He shook his head.

Since your mind is on her, you will find her. Let's keep hoping.

*. *. *

Two days later, a call came. It was CO Clems. He thanked him and suggested offering him a job where he would be paid well." Believe me, It's a good offer. My in-law is involved. You're the kinda guy he won't joke with. Though, he never joked. He can do anything to keep you. "

Many reasons why he can't accept it. Melissa one. He has not seen her. Two, he is a billionaire, how much would he be paid? Or his business? Would he leave his business?

But unless one introduces himself, people are bound to have a different view of him.

Has he told them of his status?

No.

CO Clems believed he was an ex-service guy, now into Yahoo, wasting his ingenuity.

Maria got off the bed and sat on his leg bestriding him. "Who was the person? The CO? " she asked, their forehead locked.

"Yes," he responded.

"What did he say? " she asked and raised his face.

"That he has a job for me."

"What kinda job?" she asked.

"I never know," he said.

"Okay, listen," she said, "What kinda job you do?" she asked Don Marcello.

"Business." laconically, he told her.

"Business, fine. What if you can combine your business with this? she asked and went on to clear her view." You'll still look for Melissa. Are you with me?" she asked.

"Go on," he told her.

"Find out what kinda job, if cool, relocate, combine both businesses. You may in the course of running the businesses see Melissa. " she counseled him.

That was a different idea. Idea he has to think well before any decision. If it will reduce the chance of seeing Melissa, it is dead on arrival. Would he accept this idea? Where would this idea lead to?