There is no arguing with knives“You will see even more of me if you behave,” she said, grabbing my bound wrists. With practiced ease, she cut the ...opes. “Undress.”“What-” I started but got cut short by the cool sharpness of the knife against my neck.“Shhh. I’m the one asking the questions here. And don’t make me repeat myself.” She stepped back a little, leaving me some room to work with. They had plundered me good. My weapon belt was gone as was the utility belt I had slung over my shoulder.. An aroma filters out of your screen towards me, and then I see the soft glow of a blunt dying out on the ashtray on your window sill. The smell brings back great memories and I wish to be with you, sharing drags together. As I sit down in my car I see you pick up the blunt and set it back down, lit and steaming. I sit in my car for a moment enjoying the smells and picking out some music from a playlist on my phone that I save for when I'm feeling particularly randy. As I look up from my phone I. I pull my finger back and find her clit and start to rub it. More moans escape from her lips between our kiss. I pulled my lips from hers to let her let her breath and I start sucking on her breasts and nipples. I slide my finger down to her opening and slide a finger into her dripping pussy as far as it can go and I place my thumb onto her clit, I slowly start to move my finger in and out of her pussy while my thumb rubs her clit. “Ohh Sam, that feels so good,” she moans. “Oh my…Oh my god, I. And then she found herself alone. All of their debts were paid. They had the house that she’d dreamed of and a pair of Mercedes, a sedan and a coupe. Everything was finally coming to pass for her. But it all came with an added feature that she’d never seen coming – her divorce. Karl-Heinz told her next to nothing of his reasons – nothing which made any sense to her, at any rate. He wanted nothing of what they now had, he’d said, he only wanted out. Silke had to assume that there was another.