He was a soldier, but a war took him away from me. Being alone with you last night made me think of him, and what I’ve missed, being with and close ...o a man. I don’t trust my feelings, or anyone else’s anymore. But, thinking of him last night re-lit a fire in me. It kept me up most of the night. I think he wants me to fan those flames and enjoy myself. I’m tired of being such a bitter bitch about a situation I can’t change. I describe myself as “angry at life with an unforgiving furor”. I’ve. She screams out holy fuck your cock is splitting me wide open, I've never had a dick this big in my cunt. She sits there for a minute and then starts riding my hard black cock slowly grinding her hard clit on me a giving her a orgasm. When she has calmed down, she starts again, but this time she's begging for it, she can't get enough black dick. Doesn't take her long before she is cumming again. When she cums, her pussy muscles contract on my dick and before you know it I and filling her cunt. She lifted her head and after a few moments, she realised that she wasin the same room that she had been in when she first arrived inStepford. That seemed like a lifetime ago.Emily realised that this time she was lying down. She tried to sit upbut found that she had been restrained. Her struggle must've have madesome noise because Fiona Masters soon appeared in her vision."Where's Stephen?" she asked concerned, struggling again."He's alright," Fiona assured her. "He suffered a bump to the head. I'll be perfectly safe here. I promise not to go anywhere else."Inside the bar, the Emir found all was pretty well as he remembered it from his student days. On the left, the wall was filled to shoulder height with what looked to be small drawers in a wooden chest of drawers, above those were shelves with old fashioned bottles and other odds and ends. Each bottle or drawer had an abbreviated Latin name on it, which had come from an old fashioned chemist's shop. To his right was the high bar.