“Apologize, you stupid, hypocritical son of a bitch! What the hell is the matter with you? Are you the bridegroom? Well, if you can have your strang..., so can the bride! That’s how this works, Mister, unless one of you is a slave, and most Masters or Mistresses even then share as much as they shared! Trust me, I’m a Master myself and I have a lot of slaves! What’s the deal? What’s your name? What’s your problem with this woman?” Dan confronted him.“That’s my wife, and I enjoy her, and I was. An image of Tara appeared in his head, quickly followed by something else, the face of a strange being. The creature appeared transparent, with a milky white quality to its 'flesh'. He made out two black eyes before the face faded. For some reason he knew the words that had been in his head when he awoke and the face of this strange being were inextricably linked.Scott opened the little fridge and got himself a drink of fruit juice. He sat at the table and began to go over his situation, the. "Come in and take a seat on the couch," he ordered her.Heather glared at him and took a seat on the couch as instructed."You can talk freely," Dan responded as he sat on the chair across from her. "Why did you do this to me?" Heather asked, still glaring at him. "Look, asshole; there's no way in hell I'd be here right now if you hadn't triggered me," she stated in an angry tone."I'm sorry, I knew if I didn't trigger you that you wouldn't have come," he finally responded."Does this mean I went. She was expecting one hard stroke but I kept on giving. By the time she understood what I am upto, I had given 15-20 strokes. She was suddenly out of breath. I kept on banging now. She was on fire again. Few more strokes , I gave, she hugged me tightly, pushing her hands on my back. I understood she is about to cum. I knew if she cum, fun will be spoiled. So I stopped. She came in breathShe- what was thatMe- what happened ?She- it was like a attackMe- you only said on that day that your pussy.