Christian is gone. I put my back to the wall and slide down it until my ass is sitting on the floor. What the fuck did I do? What the fuck did we do? ...e’s getting married tomorrow. Shit. I get my stuff together, find no note in the room and no messages on my phone. The bill is paid at the counter, so I leave and walk the seven blocks back to Penn station in these fucking heels. I get on the train to Bayshore and feel sick, too much wine. Too much fucking an almost married man. Too much kissing. First her push up bra came off and her voluptuous breasts bounced beautifully as she danced. Her nipples were already hard and Zain shifted in the armchair he occupied. His bulge was clearly visible and this excited Fatima even further.Fatima wore a Zorros mask and her long hair cascaded in waves down to the middle of her back. Her bangs framed her face, covering the top of the mask, and she had applied a deep red lipstick with clear lip gloss for shine. She was an absolute vision in her sexy. I giggle then wrap my legs around his waist, moaning softly in his ear. he looks into my eyes, the deep black of his irises fogged over the way it gets when he is horny. I smile and kiss his nose, slipping out from under him and taking off toward the front door of his "house". It's really just an underground cave with a lot of different pockets that we use as rooms, with furniture of course. But its home to us. I morph into my wolf form as I make it through the tunnel entrance door, running. He hated knowing that there might be a new variable out there that he hadn’t yet discovered.He was broken out of his reverie by a voice that demanded his immediate attention.“Jordan. I have been calling you for the last five minutes. What has gotten you so worried, mate?”Looking up he saw his closest aide, Scott looking down at him in concern. Gathering his bearings, Jordan said, “Oh sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I was just thinking about this recent disappearance. Can you repeat what you.