She shuddered involuntarily at the touch but tried to stay collected. If escape wasn´t an option, she´d have to at least remain calm if she wanted t... survive.“It doesn´t have to be” she whispered. He turned his gaze back to her eyes, tilting his head just barely but enough to betray some level of confusion. “A shame.” she explained. “What happens now does not have to be a shame. For either of us.” He laughed darkly.“I don´t think you´re in any position to be offering deals, little priestess,”. But the conversation he'd just had with his brother had troubled him so much he might as well be drunk. Yet it was difficult for him to be sure exactly why it had affected him so radically.He passed a beggar: a young woman with a small child in her lap. Instinctively, Hamid dipped into his jeans pocket to retrieve a dirham which he placed in her open palm. His mind was less on her expressions of gratitude than on his concerns about his brother, to whom he'd spoken so very rarely these last few. “it’s ok, you can look” I said as a sat next to him on the bench, my erection was getting to its full size of 6.4 inches, then, unexpectedly, he stood up, taking of his bathers revealing his long, thick penis, it was so big that I doubted it was real before he told me to get on my knees.‘wha….why, I mean…it’s…really big” Before I could finish my sentence he roughly forced me down and tried to probe my lips with the head of his cock, it was so warm and it took me a moment to realize what he was. It made no sense to me and it hurt my feelings. Lynn could tell she had upset me. She softened her tone a little as she continued. ‘It just that.. well just look at me Steve. I am a fat middle aged woman. You are the stud of the company. You could do a lot better than me. I know Traci wants to go out with you. She is young and skinny and pretty. You should ask her out.’ I blushed. She had told me I was a stud. I didn’t know what to say to her, so I just started talking. ‘Traci has asked me out..