A few blocks away we found an Albanian bar, Fund Day'e, which the Plaza's doorman recommended. In truth, it was more Greek than Albanian, but that was...fine. I like ouzo, even if you call it raki. We ordered drinks and stuffed grape leaves. Things were a bit silly when our waitress asked if we were newly wed. I realized I was playing with my rings.Lars had given me a family heirloom ring at our engagement years before. This was a concession to American style, since German's traditionally use. I experimented to find that I had to touch you to reestablish the link whenever I slept, or it went away for some reason. In the last six months of my time on this plane, I used the energy link to open doors, open luggage, and even find myself some clothes that fit my bigger body perfectly. As you already saw, I have a small chest now, so I need not use a bra for support.”“Why didn’t you dress and stay back in the normal time with me? You were able to get there for a few seconds at a time,” I. You look and me and moan, “you’re so fucking sexy..."I tell you to keep driving baby...My one hand is still tugging and twisting my nipples through my shirt, and I run with the other, I run my fingers up and down my thigh, just slipping them under the hem of my skirt. As you shift I feel the change in power up my spine..I shift in my seat as I'm getting so turned on, my breathing hard.. My skirt shifts up as i try to get more comfortable.. My hand disappears up my skirt, coming back up. The screams of the unknown prisoner had become shriller and more distinct in intensity."Whack!" Oh migawd! Stop! I'll do anything." The pattern was unmistakable and Olga's imagination fearfully filled in all the details. Olga was young and not entirely unpretty. Her nubile body had never been subjected any indignities or physical punishment of any variety. In fact, she still retained that sensitive membrane hidden inside her blond, hairy pussy that labeled her a Virgin. The screams were silent.