Then came the evening and Eva was dressed like a business woman. She was on top of Ahmad's dining table as Persian music played in the background. She...was forced to dance to it as Ahmad had invited friends over, other Iranian male refugees, and they were all sitting by the dining table. They were hooting and cursing Eva at the same time."What did I tell you? She is nothing but a whore", laughed Ahmad. The other men were cursing at her."I sometimes think she wants men to fuck her", said another. I was immediately taken aback by her stunning good looks.Long dark hair fell past her soft shoulders and that was an immediate turn on. While most of my buddies were obsessed with the blue-eyed blondes, I always preferred the dark-haired lovelies. Even though her formal dress fit her like a glove it was very low cut and I was treated to brief glimpses of her black bra whenever she twisted in her seat to address one of the younger kids that stopped by the table.We talked and laughed and I. I have been, and I will." she looked up at me. "Welcome back, Peter. You've been missed." I'm sorry, Dulcie," I said, and the tears were welling up again, "she's gone, Dulcie, hasn't she?"She put one arm around my shoulders, the other round my back and pulled me close. Her hair was soft and sweetly scented under my nose, and she murmured,"You know better than that ... Reverend."For a moment, I thought there was a third presence in the kitchen, and a voice whispering, "Remember..."That was the. He looked at me with regret in his eyes. I didn't know what to expect next. "I'm sorry Gina," he said. "I know I was a little rough. I wanted you to see me for what I really can be. You see, I tried this with my wife and she shut me down. I think that was what led me to look elsewhere for my satisfaction. You have pleased me as much as anyone I have ever known, but I can see you didn't really like rough sex. You see Gina, my wife found out about us. I needed to see if you were into.