It would just be a matter of time, until she came up to him. Ah how he had missed her. Her stunning honesty, her passionate convictions, those never e...ding deep green eyes. Was it wrong to notice those eyes now? Downstairs in the brownstone, there was much, much going on. It was a day that would be quietly noted by the cities socialites, and perhaps some of the business community. The striking red head woman seemingly blended in, speaking and smiling when appropriate, shaking hands and finally. I held his cheek as he sucked but I stopped him in a fit of passion and pulled him up by his chin. "Your a good little slut aren't you darling?" I asked sexily. He nodded his head fast. "And you wanna make Hazzy feel good don't you?" another quick nod. I beamed cheekily and bit his lip grazing it slightly. I lifted his strippy shirt over his tanned body revealing his rippiling abs. He was so fucking gorgeous, I could just pin him down, fuck him hard right now but I wasn't going to. I was going. .' he grunts as he pushes his knob an inch into her '....you myfirst A-rab lady....' Hafida looks as though she is about to burst into tears. He pauses, andwe all hold our breath in anticipation of her scream of ! But thescream does not come. Instead we hear her continue to plead with him. 'Please, no do this....' But he has the knob end of his cock in her now,and there has been no hysterics, no fighting, no screams. She knows she'sgoing to be fucked. She may not like the idea, but we. I flicked the light on and paused as my brain worked to decide if I could hit the toilet or not and if I needed to shit. She brushed past me standing before the sink just as I settled upon sitting just in case. I muttered something akin to "Excuse me." as I pushed past and sat on my throne. I'm not sure when I actually noticed her, or if she spoke up first, or what. I do remember staring her in the face utterly baffled as to who she was and why she was watching me.See, the thing is I live alone.