.. But I did not care as I was with the most beautiful girl in the bar. Laughter from our table filled the room and as the boozed flowed so did the fl...rting. I knew we were just meeting and friends and nothing more and NO freebees, but I loved every minute and Emma was too. The bar started to close and we stumbled out giggling and headed for the taxi stand and that’s when Emma grabbed my hand and pulled me down a side road and then into an ally that lead behind some shop. Emma pushed me against. At that time I became a regular iss reader imagining her in every story.During night times when she cooks I stand at my room and open a window slightly to see her. I put off the lights in my room so that she cant see me and I took videos and photos of her when she cooks, used to carry them to my bathroom and masturbate watching her sweat boobs and sexy big ass.She dries her clothes on a rope in her veranda beside my room, then I also came to know what all color bras she has.One afternoon she. She balled her fists at her hairline, grabbing her hair in frustration as she was desperately trying to pull herself together.“Courtney,” Dylan started, his voice hollow, “who is he?” He looked nervously over his shoulder at Michael, who was grinning evilly from the chair.“Michael.” Courtney whispered. Even saying his name seemed to cause her pain.“You sick son of a bitch.” Dylan charged, turning to face the shadow in the corner. “She was right to be terrified of you.” His voice hitched as he. With the two suitcases, I carried a backpack with my computers, cameras, phones and recharges. Clearing customs, I recover my two suitcases. I did not need both suitcases; baggage check for one suitcase would make my traveling on the Metro better. The ride on the Metro from Heathrow to Kings Cross Station took one hour. On arriving at Kings Cross Station 1 AM, I took a taxi to the Holiday Inn Express where I have paid for a room for my stay. It was now 1:30 in the afternoon with my makeup.