She was recently married to a not-so-good looking yet quite a rich guy, so one can guess how such an amazing woman might be enjoying her life. Coming ...o the story, she and my mom had been friends since college. Hence she knowing me since my childhood was obvious. Whenever she used to visit us, she used to bring me a lot of gifts and I used to hug her and be with her as I was a child and she too was very fond of me.As puberty struck me, I realised there’s more to that woman than just her. I smiled in amusement. She was just posturing of course, but I still admired her courage in the face of overwhelming odds.“If you refuse, I will have my archers fill your bodies with arrows. You will not kill a single one of my warriors and your deaths will be for naught,” I said.“If we surrender, what will happen to my warriors?” she asked, ignoring my own posturing.“Most will be sold as slaves,” I answered matter-of-factly.“We would rather die than become slaves!” she shouted in. You get up and kiss me and walk slowly to him, shaking your big ass in that sexy black thong, I love how your big c cup tits look in your black push up and you walk toward him, glancing ocasionally at me, I'm excited and jealous, you reach him and grab his cock, you start stroking him and run your hand across his chest, you look back and ask -is this what you want?- I nod and you turn and kiss him deeply stroking his cock.I just stand there stoking mine, so aroused, so jealous, so conflicted. I. How well this woman knew me! She had known that morning that what I needed most was sexual release to the point of exhaustion; now she knew that it was a different kind of release that I needed. “I’ve been watching you, baby,” she murmured into my hair. “I haven’t asked. But tell me.” And I just let it spill out: the horror of knowing that more than a hundred people had died in the collapse of a single building; of my own paralyzed terror as I sat at my desk in my swaying office, unable even to.