A soft moan escaped her lips as her legs parted slightly to allow him. "Don't," she breathed."I shouldn't do that," he admitted. But his hands remained on her.He released a breast, then grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her. A moment later, she knew she had his hardness within her grasp. He stroked himself within it.He put himself away as the train stopped and some people got off.He quickly pushed Imanna into the carriage. They were stopped at the luggage area as more people got on and crowded them again. He was pressed against her again.The train began moving again.Imanna was startled as the man pulled her pants down and pushed her forward over the luggage rack. "No!" she cried out as he inserted his hardness into her and started thrusting into her. Her little cries were swallowed up by all the people around them."Quietly," he warned, thrusting deeper.She hated that her body was aroused as she was being violated by this complete stranger. Yet, he was doing more to her than simply. Johnson, Mr. Doe has arrived. Yes, I've already told him you won't be long. Yes, right away, sir." He released his thumb, then turned back to John. "Mr. Johnson will be right with you. I have to attend to something elsewhere, just stay here and wait patiently." Before John could say another word, Woodsworth was off through a set of double doors opposite the entrance, leaving him to his own devices in the center of the grand entrance hall of the manor. And my god, was it grand.The ceiling was at least three stories tall, and fitted with a crystal chandelier the size of a car. The floor was some sort of marbled tile, made of white and silver shades, and polished so well that if someone were to wear a skirt, John would be able to look down and see right up it. Engraved into the floor was a massive compass rose. South was the direction he had entered from. North was the direction Woodsworth had disappeared to. A dual set of arched imperial stairs rose to meet the balcony of a second.
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