<div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Bryce.jpg)</div><strong>Bryce Pierce</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps communication between them had been lost in translation but actions would succeed where words failed.  They came from two different worlds but they had been placed together by a very adept woman who knew her clients' intimately on a level that few ever would.  Nicole was the great orchestrator of sex and sinful pleasures and Bryce had never doubted her abilities before and he was not about to start now.  They were moving forward through whatever minor difficulties they had stumbled upon in the beginning and as she moaned out in pleasure, Bryce knew that they were both going to enjoy whatever came next.<br/><br/>"Mm, then consider her nothing but a memory for the rest of the evening."<br/><br/>He said this with a faint chuckle and by no means meant it in an offensive manner.  He was fascinated by Lyla's boss and seen her as a respected equal, something that was rarely achieved in the eyes of a prideful patriarch like Bryce Pierce.  Lyla had given her little speech and now she was melting under his passionate kissing.  He had the desired control he had been wanting, lusting after and she would be the vessel upon which he sated his lusts.<br/><br/>Bryce's hands ran down the curvature of her back and grasped at the clasp of her white, lacy bra  With a quick, practiced movement, he had it unclasped and tugged the garment down her arms gently.  He stepped back, admiring her breasts as he stepped around her, as if appraising some piece of fine art.  He came up behind her, his hands once more roaming over her beautiful body, running up her flat stomach before settling on those ample breasts.  He cupped each one and squeezed them gently, the action and proximity of such a gorgeous woman arousing him to no end.<br/><br/>"God, you are just what I've been wanting."