Mari’s Run Mari combed her fingers through her disheveled blonde hair, trying to rake out some of the snarl. She glanced at the results in the rearview mirror as she approached the I-15 onramp, and it dawned on her that the silver Toyota behind her had followed her through the last four intersections. An icy chill slipped down her spine. “Dammit!” she cursed aloud, banging her hand on the steering wheel of her 2020 hardto...

Tool Time All of the morning’s stress had disappeared. The young blonde’s breathing and heart rate had slowed after she released a primal, contented sigh. Jon’s hands rested quietly and comfortably on Mari’s back and ass. He studied the relaxed form of the beautiful young woman whom he had just watched change from a frantic and demanding little hellion into a relaxed and compliant submissive. He smoothed his right hand ov...