A warrior. A husband. A father. A lone tear rolls down your cheek and becomes lost in your long, dark hair. Your reflection doesn't move, chiseled jaw...line remaining impassive as you move to brush away the locks. Another drop falls silently into the water. The rushing noise in your ears and head blocking the minuscule splashing. The ripples emanate and slowly your image fades. You once again notice the eyes behind you, barely reflected, or perhaps conjured by your imagination, as the ripples. She left with everything we needed, and I left with an idea. As soon as dinner ended she made me take a shower, shave my body hair and return to her room when I finished; she even furnished me a silk shorty bathrobe to wear.When I entered her room, there on her dressing table was all the makeup she had purchased at Queenie's. She sat me down and talked me through the whole process of applying makeup. About two hours later, she placed the brunette wig on my head and stepped back to survey the. He tried to ring for the floor boy but his arms refused to work.Allah save me, he shrieked in his mind. She is a demon.It was not surprising that Allah ignored his piteous cries for help. He had yet to repent his long list of indiscretions and transgressions, both minor and major."I plan to do interesting things to you Jefri, you dirty little prick. It's payback time," she said, gloating, her eyes now a dull, hellish red. The whole room had suddenly become very cold and it wasn't the. I pretended to fold my suit up and put it on the table but I wrapped my pants around my phone which was recording, Dom did the same for another angle. This was going to be an amateur porno to remember.She stroked our cocks while remaining seated, she slowly pulled down our boxers and gave each of our cocks a quick run over with her tongue. She moaned "yumm, I've missed sucking cock so much, you boys are about to get a hell of a blow job, I've got an idea though!"We both watched as she pulled.