Every day she'd held my hand and talked to me, kissed me and played my favourite Willie Nelson CD's to me.Her own injuries thankfully hadn't been life...threatening, although she'd lost a lot of blood when the seat mountings had torn loose from the floor and she'd smashed her head into the dashboard, she'd sustained a fractured wrist as well, but by the time I decided to wake up, the only evidence of any injuries was a little crooked scar above her left eyebrow.I had to be different though, both. The inner door opened and I could see a slim figure with long hair coming to the outer door. She was very sexy and I could feel my cock stirring. She greeted me with a beautiful wide smile and offered her hand, introducing herself as Mary-Angel. She had long red hair, beautiful skin and a radiant smile. A tight fitting top accentuated her beautiful rounded breasts and her nipples were poking through nicely. She had on shorts which displayed her long legs down to her pretty bare feet with a nice. His mouth moved silently for a moment."On the plus side," said Monica, "you can start dating some of those guysthat you've been flirting with." I have not been flirting," he said."Oh, yes you have," countered Sarah. "Not only that, but now you can takeone home with you and get laid." I...I'm not...I don't...," he stammered. He turned and went back to his desk.He sat down and crossed his legs. These were his friends. Couldn't theyunderstand that he...well...he searched for a hole in what they'd. Icould feel his eyes staring at me. Evening I cooked food for the ownerand my husband went to serve him. I was called after a couple of hoursand I saw that my husband was sitting near the owners legs and wastotally drunk and blabbering. The owner asked me to take him to ourroom and then come back to serve him.The owner was tall, in his late 40's, fair and a bit on the heavierside. I was feeling ashamed at my husband's action and shyly went backafter getting my husband to our room. The owner was.