If I won, at any level I was either richer or well-connected in the emirates. But if I lost it was a wager I could not pay off and walk away, I could...be a servant for years, or worse. I was a much better player than anyone I had met here and was on a streak; it was time to go all in.?I will roll the cubes.?I rolled the first cube and had to have the result translated from Arabic. We would be playing for weeks, months and years. Since we had agreed to only use one rack of chips. That meant. Held doors open, offered to carry a heavy bag, lift you up when you fell. Aaron let you be. He let you be independent, take care of yourself. He wasn’t mean about it, he was just used to not.. Well, not being like John. I love him, though, she thought. No doubts, she loved him. Maybe a little too much. She tripped on the corner of some raised concrete, which brought her back to reality. She saw John walking, but pretended she didn’t. Maybe he wouldn’t notice, the way he walked. He walked like. We’re sitting on her floor in front of a snappy fire, sipping wine and trading life histories and listening to our clothes tumble dry. ‘How so?’ ‘You always wait. Wait for someone to start the conversation. Wait for some sign to tell you how to move. Wait for direction to get out of wet clothes. Wait for an invitation…’ ‘Is that such a bad thing, really? Would you prefer I presume?’ ‘That’s just it. ‘Would I prefer…” She shifts round to lounge before me, head in palm, weight on one side and one. The burning delight radiated to my pussy, joining the pleasure the water elemental stirred in me. My pussy clenched on the feelers of water sliding through my pussy's depths.And then the vortex-cock thrust into my asshole. I groaned as the whirling dick penetrated deeper and deeper into my bowels. The fast winds forced my asshole apart and caressed the velvety delight of my bowels.“Rithi herself has sent me,” I said. “The Goddess of Art wishes to make a canvas of my body. Oh, yes!”I spun in the.