Later tock screens would show that she had enough PCP for a horse in her. That was when i came in. Actually I ran and fell in the door. The shotgun wa... right in front of me and I picked it up and shot Gloria in her stomach. She still didn't fall she was so full of angel dust. She turned and came for me then. her belly was a bloody mess with entrails spilling out but the crazed woman still came for me. This time i raised the shotgun and pulled the trigger. her head disapeared in a spray of. He taught me some valuable lessons about needing to cooperate. I got comfortable and closed my eyes. They were sure taking a long time. Maybe that was good for me. I have to accept the fact that I am now the one who's the appendage, not Bad Kenny. He has somehow become ascendant over me. Strangely, now that I can see through his eyes and hear his thoughts, he doesn't seem as dark and sinister to me. Like me, he is searching for a way to achieve his goals. I dislike his goals, since they are. Emily and I went to Naija thinking that, if we were very secretive and found the right man, we’d be able to quietly arrange something, but on day two of us being there we found that it was completely normal amongst expatriate women for them to take local men to service them sexually. Indeed, our designated driver (Yemi) from my company actually asked Emily in our first week of being in Lagos if he was required in her bed, as he’d been with his previous two bosses wives (!). He said this very. Smashing of tongues and lips, the panting and moans were too much to bear. I needed him and I needed him now. ‘Please…’ I whispered into his ear. I begged him with my eyes and the succinct grinding of our exerted bodies, meant that he wanted it as bad as me. He trailed away from my mouth and made his way towards my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot just above the collar bone, his hands moved delicately over my body towards my ass and gripped it tight, kneading it slowly while he thoroughly.