Yes, she now had a firm vision of her future. Her future, not Bob's. Theconcept of returning to her former life seemed further and further away.* * * ... *"Hey Robyn, come on outside, I've got to show you something!" Where are you, Cathy?" Robyn said into her cell."I'm in the parking lot of your apartment. Come on out!" Be right there," she said and flipped her phone closed. She pulled on ajacket and walked outside, wondering what her friend was up to. The chillyMarch air made her shiver despite. I had no words and was stammering but managed to say nothing and put my head down.Suddenly she took the most bold step she got up sitting facing me. She hold my face up looking in my eyes in a sexy way, I was so much terrorized what would happen next. Then holding my hand she asked me sam my sware tell me truth do you love me how do I look to u do u like me. I was dumb fold and not getting what to say and was silent she broke the silence and said speak up buddhu and hit me on my head and gave a. I had no idea whether or not she knew what had just happened. She merely sat back down in her original position with her squirming toes teasingly placed just underneath the cuff of my shorts, inches away from my straining member, and carried on reading, albeit with a pineapple Bacardi Breezer in her right hand. I wanted nothing more than to grab her perfect foot and rub it hard against my dick till I bathed it with my seed! My lust crazed stupor was momentarily broken by the one question I'll. I could feel my cock starting to move in my pants and had to look away just to refrain myself from having an erection in the middle of the airport. We finally left the airport and took a taxi to the train station since where we had to go was far from the airport. As we sat in the taxi I asked her, “So Fatima, are you married?”“Haha no I couldn’t possibly have a husband with this type of career. I meet many men as a travel agent and a Muslim husband would become very paranoid because of that..