And you didn't try to tell me what I should do, either. You just listened. Thanks for that. You're a great friend. Unlike some people I could mention.... Thank you for the compliment," I said. "It was nice seeing you again." Where are you going?" she asked. She reached out to grab my arm and did the Val for the first time. I should probably explain what doing the Val is. My wife is pig headed. When she makes up her mind to do something, nothing outside of the will of the Gods is going to change. "Other than that, you're mine." She seemedquite pleased with herself. We only had a couple of minutes to sip our martinis before we were calledto our table, so, I drained mine before I got up, figuring I could getanother as soon as we reached our table. I was really self conscious andneeded the bottled courage. I was hoping for something in a corner, sowe could be all romantic with each other in private, but Matti had otherplans. She put us at one of the most visible tables in the place. . The Emir moved close to her head, and she turned towards him with her mouth open in the hope that he might use at least that entrance. Although he allowed the tip of his rod to touch her lips, he moved away again at once.As he fiddled with a control panel she felt her arm and leg shackles move apart a little, stretching her slightly, just far enough to give her shoulder joints some discomfort. Then her whole body tingled as though she had just had some unknown thrill. This was pleasant and she. As he parked his heavy black ass next to me on the couch, he hummed "yo da wann I love, yo da wann I neeeed." I was looking with my blue eyes, in the blue sky of dear God, through the window, dreaming of the historical day they'll stop playing this damn song on the radio, when Leon took his sweat-soaked T-shirt off, showing his muscular (and fat) chest and belly.The smell of his fresh sweat started to fill the air, as if the air wasn't already full something worse. and Now my dick jumped up.