As the first week went by, Mark came more and more to realize Megan was impossible to categorize. He thought of her as the “best” girl he’d ever...met, except that wasn’t the right word. She was clearly one of the most good looking. When he introduced her at school, she was swarmed by the boys. She obviously loved the attention, but didn’t take it seriously. Mark was astonished when boy after boy asked her out, and every time she patiently explained that, by her father’s standards, she was too. He had pulled her legs straight and put them on his shoulders. He hadturned her hips on their side, screwing her all the while. Dave had come a second time and had barely allowed her to get her breathbefore his fingers were buried in her snatch. "He's treating me like a bitch!" She thought. The thought made her hot. He had played her body like a violin, keeping her on the edge of orgasmfor minutes at a time. When she had had her fourth orgasm from his fingers, he had presented hislimp organ to. " "And my first," said Chione. Arram sat up a little. "Do you mean to say that the caliph has servants who have never seen him?" "Oh yes," said Zoreh. Arram remembered the guards at the gate. "But then how do you know—" There was a great commotion outside, with shouting and crashing and women screaming. Arram stuck his head through the curtains and a huge slave with a drawn sword grabbed him. The concubines all gasped and covered themselves. Arram looked up and couldn't believe what he was. She rushed in after the thrown bolt. Feeling returned to her left arm. Her wound still burned and smoked, but she had removed the white oak's purity didn't, returning control to her limb. She snarled, her fangs growing. Samantha's blood smelled sweet.Samantha threw her crossbow.The large weapon hurtled at Abigail. She raised her forearms, letting the weapon bounce off of her. She kept running. She wasn't a weak human to be slowed down that easily. She lowered her arms, ready to grab Samantha,.