Okay. Make's sense so far." I dumbly nodded along, "One question though?" Of course, sir?" Did you say 'my limo?' As in, I was in a limo? That belonge... to me?" I asked.I don't think I'm the kind of guy that can even afford to rent a limo for myself, much less owning one. But apparently, I was in one?"Of course, sir." She nodded grimly, watching over my head, "It appears the glass shard must have done some damage to your memory. We've been able to successfully removed it, but we had no way of. She needed to feel my long thick hard cock in her now. She wants me so bad, and I know I was making her crazy. As she moves against me, I continue to toy with her body, flicking and brushing her nipples, circling just inside her pussy with my fingertips only and licking and kissing her neck and shoulders. I start to press my cock against her, and she responds by grinding her body against me.I work my cock against the lips of her pussy from the rear, dipping slightly into her wet, dripping cunt,. She looked stunning in a tight green mid knee long evening dress, black high heels, black pantyhose (I assumed), her dirt blond curly hair set up, red lipstick and blue eyeliner.She had prepared a very nice meal with wine and candles on the table.I complimented her look and she smiled seductively to me with a laugh. She took my hand and pulled me to the dining table, I grabbed her and we french kissed and my hands running down her back, her bum and to the hem of her dress toughing her stocking. The flames on her body went out. The glow in her hair faded. Her breasts bounced in her chainmail bikini, her skirt of metal rustling about her thighs. Then she reached me.She threw her arms around me, tears in her eyes. I dropped my tulwar and pulled her to me. She kissed me on the mouth, clinging to me. Her tears spilled down her cheeks and seasoned our kiss with her salty pain.I lifted her, holding her in my arms, and spun her around. We had lived. We had won the day. The crowd's enjoyment.