” She muses out as she reaches over taking a sip of Liah’s drink. “Whoops, sorry I hope you don’t mind, I kind of take stuff without asking at...times, wanted to see if that was worth getting or not.” Liah looks between her glass and Angie, shrugging it off. “We are going to be roommates soon, we will be sharing more than drinks most of the time probably so I don’t mind, just try to ask when you remember.” Liah seemed to be getting more comfortable already as Angie gives her a sly smirk. “Done. . me tuer, Maître, » she whimpered, the fear really gripping her.She fell to the floor in an abject act of obeisance.«Tous que je veux c'est... » he paused looking for the word, waving his hands up and down." ... jig-a-jig," she supplied and looking up she saw that he did not appear at all angry.That, of itself meant nothing. Some of the most painful episodes in her life had been inflicted by men who were positively enjoying themselves. Then the Emir held out a hand towards her. She moved to. Soon my left hand slid down too and pushed into me frantically while the fingers on my right hand rubbed back and forth over my hard clit. Then I brought up my left hand to my tits and squeezed for a while before pushing my fingers back inside me. I was a slut. I was a slut. I was showing him the real me, how naughty I could be. I loved him seeing how dirty I was. How in need of sex. He told me I could cum and I did. Loud and harshly, bucking up off the seat of the chair, jerking, gradually. " Would I ever?"Harry snorted and was then slightly surprised at the lack of comeback. He undressed down to his underpants, slipped into his sleeping bag and reached for her face which he stroked gently."All right, my precious one?" Yes, Harry." Face not sore?" Not really but I'll probably have a black eye." You've got one already. Warm now?" Not very." I could make a suggestion but I don't want to upset you." Go on." We could join our sleeping bags and cuddle up. I'm not suffering from shock.