Simmons returns

Max's body jerked as she rolled her hips over Peter Simmons' pelvis, his cock slipping in and out of her pussy as she thrust and pumped up and down hi length. She bit her lip as she bent over him her nipple grazing over his lips as she bucked her hips to give her a better angle to ride him.

The sun shone through her bedroom window making her tanned skin gleam from the light layer of sweat over it, she looked like an angel. Max placed her hands next to Simmons' head running her fingers over the soft fabric of the pillow as she slowly fucked him. She smiled at him as she felt his strong hands skim over her buttocks squeezing her firm cheeks as she let him guide her movements. She loved every thrust of movement of his cock as it slid in and out of her tight cunt, she enjoyed every pulse and twitch of his rock hard cock inside her.

She drove her hips into his faster, breathing out a slow breathe when she felt him flick his tongue over her sensitive nipple before he sucked on her supple soft breast. She moaned as she felt his fingers dig into the crack of her ass and spread it as she slithered her sore cunt over his pulsing dick.

Her breathe caught in her throat as she fucked his faster, riding him with a gaining speed as she felt the heat of her orgasm rake throughout her body. She looked up at the ceiling of her room eyes shut as she drove her hips over his cock with more urgency. The burning desire shot through her followed by a tremor of insatiable pleasure he pussy contracting around Simmons dick.

Max's eyes shot open as the strong pulses ignited inside her, her breathe heavy. She blinked rapidly, a bit confused as she now looked around in her dark bedroom.

"Fffck", she whined.

A dream. It was all a dream.

She rolled over on her bed and as she did she could feel how damp her panties were, "Fuck" she muttered again. She hadn't seen Peter Simmons in more than a month and her life had reverted back to normal. But she kept having these dreams of him. The degrading things he had her do made her sick to her stomach, but she couldn't deny how good he had made her feel, how damn good the sex was with him.

Max covered her face with her blanket to muffle her frustrated scream. As she did she heard the thud of a box falling off her bed. She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed. On the floor was a brown box with her name on a paper that was taped on it.

Max took the box and opened it. Inside was a tape labelled "PLAY ME".

Max got off the bed and headed into the living room popping the tape into the old VCR.

There was static on the screen, then Max saw Paul Gibbons sitting in front of his DVD player, the view obviously from a hidden camera. Gibbons' played the DVD the shot up off his couch his hand on his head in shock. The video zoomed toward Gibbons' TV screen showing him and Max fucking on the sofa in the hotel room.

Max felt her anger build, she was going to kill Simmons. The picture on the video changed to show Max holding Simmons out of a window with one hand then pull him and throw him across the room. Max eyes widened in shock, how she could be so stupid, he had recorded her using her enhanced strength. The screen went black then writing typed out on the screen:

CINDY; SKETCHY; HERBAL, WHAT WOULD THEY MAKE OF THIS"

Max couldn't breathe, what was she going to do?

I DON'T LIKE LOSING MAX...

...THE BRIDGE FROM WHERE I PICKED YOU UP. TOMORROW, 12PM. BE THERE.

Max watched the screen as the static displayed again. Seems as though Simmons wasn't the stupid prick she thought. She had **** but to meet him.