“My best friend came out to me before I left Houston, my hometown. Sometimes I think she likes me.”“Don’t be surprised. News flash: You’re h...t, sister,” Lauren said. They laughed. Present day…“So, where did you go last night?” Lauren said. They were now walking and talking.“Oh, I was homesick. I went to that bar by campus.”“Oh! I know that one! The Roadrunner! You know, the hot bartender with the big boobs?” Lauren said.“You give zero fucks, do you? Jezebel. That’s her name,” Fancy said,. "Fuck, she's wet", he said, as he worked his fingers up and down my slit, stopping at my clit, and stroking it in a circle. Feeling a complete stranger with his hand on my wet pussy, just made me hotter. I squirmed against his hand, gushing my juices on them, and pushing my pussy up to meet his hand. He was not entirely unskilled, as he teased my stiff clit. He told me to spead my pussy for him. I did, and he slid his fingers between my spread pussy lips, working them up and down in my juices. »But I shall not whip your buttocks for your indignant resistance, then there are other methods to get your consent to my generous proposal!« »What happened to my sisters?«, I want to know, but I can imagine the tragedy of his answer already! And the gloating Sheik seems to be keen to share his knowledge with me: »... strangled by a very ambitious guardian with great aspirations - surely after he took the best advantage of their tight royal virginities!« The ugly picture of Massak troubles my. When you told her about the ring, she was ecstatic and relieved. When I came home without it, she was devastated. She accused me of being foolish and of throwing my life away. But she didn’t know about Joyce, and I couldn’t tell her.”“So she’s hoping we get back together. What did you tell her?”“That I wasn’t ready for that just yet. Oh, I could easily fuck you, and it would be glorious like it always was, but I don’t want to fuck. I want to make love. And we can’t do that yet. Not now. Maybe.