Tammy didn't exist.She was dead.If I can, I'll come back, she'd promised.But there was no way.Maybe she did come back, somehow--as a ghost.No, there ...ere no such things as ghosts.Then how could I have seen her?Hallucinations.I was going crazy, then?Images of the night before, which, until now, I'd apparently repressed,flared in my consciousness, memories of Brad straddling me, of histhick, long, hard cock thrusting into me, impaling my buttocks andprobing deep within my rectum. He'd pounded me. For some reason I guided him to the one in my bedroom and strangely that made me wet. I went back to kitchen to bring out dessert. Do you get ESPN? he startled me as he came back out. I want to eat dessert on the couch. Sure, I said as walked up to switch the TV on for him. There. I gave him the remote. Thank you sweetheart he kissed me again and I threw my arms around him like a good girl. I could feel his boner through his pants as he pulled me closer into one of the sloppiest kisses of my. He was a bit taller than me which made him over 6 feet, had darker skin and a trimmed beard and mustache. So I asked where he was from and he said he was here from Pakistan. I asked him if they had stores like this in Pakistan and he smiled a bright smiled and assured me that, “No, this would not be permitted in his country.” Knowing that if he was Arabic, he was very close to his family so I asked him if his family knows where he works. He blushed and told me that there is no way he would. Magic!" I said. Charlotte giggled, opening her mouth uncontrollably. Saliva leaked from the side of her mouth and dripped on to her pajamas.Although that night I had seen the sensitive and caring side to Charlotte, her external persona was usually feisty and hot headed. But here she was in her desire to please. But this was not, 'master and servant'. It was not me getting off on having power over her. No. This was the manifestation of an unconscious mutual understanding between us. Here was I,.