It was so sweet and innocent. Normally when she talked it was a strong sexy voice with a sound of you can’t touch this. “Sarah? Are you here?” s...e sounded depressed. I jumped out of bed trying to pull myself together. “Yes! Amy, what is wrong?” I was worried maybe some guy hurt her. I had always worried about her. “Amy?” I called out again worried. She came stumbling into the room. She was clearly upset. Her make-up was smudged by tears rolling down her face. “Amy? What happened to you?” . The former was by a short passage from the landing, furnished with remarkably well-fitting doors at each end. The room was nearly square, of a good size and lofty, but the walls were unbroken, save by the one entrance, light and air being derived from a skylight, or rather lantern, which occupied the greater part of the roof and was supported by four strong and stout wooden pillars. Further, the walls were thickly padded, while iron rings were let into them at regular distances all round in two. A had to admit that I had missed her. My erection grew as she massaged my cock through my trousers. Unzipping me she took me in her mouth. It was like when I was 19. I just couldn't control myself and in a short time I gushed cum into the back of her throat.Although she smacked her lips in enjoyment she obviously felt cheated as she told me: "You haven't changed, your going to have to do a lot better than that. Your going to fuck my brains out before you go to sleep tonight."She stood. She looked at the moon that night and promised to see him tomorrow. She fell into her bed and was knocked out. The night was bitter cold and windy, a small tree by her window lightly tapped the glass, the wind called to her “Ahava… Ahava we’re waiting… wake up Ahava. Ahava.” Suddenly she was up, a cold sweat drenching her clothes, she could hear her name being called. A voice she didn’t recognize, but somehow knew it wouldn’t harm her. She stood up and looked outside, 3 figures standing about.