Yet the raw a****l passion of it has you frozen. Before you have a chance to decide if you are actualy enjoying it, you are reminded of the shrouded f...gure when he starts to lift you shirt tearing off your bra, teasing your already hard nipples. You notice a familiar scent as he moves closer... something you just smelled very recently... would he have... no.. it couldnt be.. you must be mistaken in the heat of things. Before you can think anymore about it, his mouth locks onto one of your. “I’m getting good, aren’t I?” Ayesha Banu asked, finally.“Yes, you’ve gotten very good.”“I never like how we start,” she said. “You are so rough. But you always make me cum so hard in the end. Even now, giving you a blowjob in Father’s study made me to cum.”“You came?”“Just before you did. It was not as good as when you fuck me, but I’m not complaining.”“Let’s go to your bedroom, Ayesha Banu. I’ll fuck you again there.”“Not now, Jack. Rizwan and Father will be coming home soon.”“All the better.. As a matter of fact I was surprised when the minivan started on the first try. Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all, I thought.When I saw the address of Reverend Archer's church still clipped to my sun visor, I decided on the spot that I needed church alright, but just not as much as I needed a shower. I drove home quickly, but I was also very careful not to allow anyone to follow me. After all I did have a Russian thug's pistol. Not to mention that I had challenged him to come for it.. To hear the applause. I never told you. You just knew. You believed. Thank you.’ She drinks again, swaying, gathering scattered thoughts like lost sheep. Rivers rush through her head, torrents of time, years of memories blur like fog. She pulls her fragmented thoughts together, struggles to concentrate against the pull of the whisky. She turns to the second chair. ‘ Good evening Miss Hedges.’ she says, curtseying a little unsteadily. She pauses, unsure how to go on, staring into the glass..