Elyse left nothing out. She had left at fifteen and never looked back. I asked her if she had ever gone home or called. She simply shook her head. “... hope the sorry son of a bitch rots in hell. There’s a special place there for him, I’m sure.” Then she smiled. “Last time I saw him, he was bleeding like a stuck pig! I busted a bottle of Scotch over his head!” she said proudly. Shit! Remind me never to piss this lady off!I was silent for a moment. Time to change the subject. I looked over her. I looked into his eyes once more and I decided I'd play his game. And I knew what he wanted. I got on my knees immediately and opened up his fly. I knew I had to be quick since people were waiting for this elevator. I took his cock out. It was a nice, long one, and it was hardening already. I pulled his foreskin back and while looking into his eyes, I licked around the head. He smiled and nodded. “Good girl," he said. "Now show me what you got.” I opened my lips and took the head of his cock. Condoms just dulled the sensation and she liked feeling male juice deep inside her. I just nodded my agreement, wondering where that was coming from. Another Sunday revelation was noticing a small oriental tattoo on her right flank.The next Friday night she declined a date saying she had to go to work early but we could still get together Sunday like before. I watched Asian porn and beat my meat that night and the next.When we got naked on Sunday she asked me to be gentle when I entered her. I. Her ornate headdress is absolutely beautiful.Compared to her, you feel underdressed. You’re simply wearing your lightweight mercenary armor. Your shoulder length blue hair is a bit messy, as is typical of a traveling mercenary. And, even though her hips may put yours to shame, you don’t mind saying that your ass is rather nice and cushiony. And, where breasts are concerned, you’re clearly the winner. You haven’t met a woman with boobs as big as your watermelons yet. A fact you’re proud of,.