There was a hotel in a nearby town halfway between them both, and they decided to meet there, in the elegant restaurant off the lobby.The Regency Room...was fine dining at its best. The hotel had been a landmark in the city, since its very beginning in 1882. Their specialty was Peanut Soup. You simply had to eat this, if you came to visit the restaurant.Ricky arranged to have some business in the city that weekend, and packed his suitcase accordingly. This way, his wife would have no reason for. My ass looked great, and I couldn’t wait to fuck it. I slowly took off my jacket, and continued to slowly dance and traced my fingers all over my body. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse...exposing the lacy red bra and ran my fingers lightly over my nipples. My breathing got faster an I let out a low moan. I am a hot, slutty, bitch...I lean face first into the mirror, feeling myself pressed up against the glass. Needing to be fucked. Needing to cum.I had set up a video camera facing the bed,. She needs a table for some maps. This is the closest room for all of us." Sounds of chairs could be heard sliding on the floor."Davy boy, we need to find a way to slow these things down short of using nukes on our own soil," the first man spoke bitterly.The companion Davy answered. "Not much can get into the air, Frank. The Americans can't deploy their MOP bunker busters." The road is open," Frank offered. "The dickheads leave retreating traffic alone. Incoming gets fired upon."Through the door. It didn’t matter at all that I could hurt him if I couldn’t reach him. His energy appeared inexhaustible. How long could my flames burn? I was relying on a power I didn’t understand at all. One mistake, and I would die.I’d never see my daughters again. My nieces. I’d never hold Lasla and Kurtis in my arms.The blade slashed down at me, almost cutting through my body. Fear tightened in me as the flames burned hotter. How could I win?KurtisTharaka snarled at me. Was this it? Would she kill me?.