It was also, though I hate to admit it, almost *cute.*She pinned my hands to the bed and looked down at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Her cheeks...were turning a hot red color like she was blushing. I expected her to slap me with it or something, but she just sat there with her dick pointing slightly down at my face. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I suddenly realized that I was getting really turned on. There were so many things wrong here that it was hard to keep track. And it was. Certainly you are right. She must be an agent of Satan. A Dark Angel, certainly.”“Perhaps, but it is more likely that the whole thing is a sham ... a creature of the Great Satan here on Earth. Perhaps,” the Sheikh ventured another helpful suggestion, “you need to change your speck ... uh ... speck...” he was struggling for the word. “ ... Your speck-ai-fai-ka-shun.” Otherwise known as ‘specification.’John Muhammad swallowed hard at hearing the sheikh’s mangling of the word. “Yes, of course,. This was it, a first step on a path that she could have no idea of its destination.Michael smiled that winning smile that lit his eyes as he turned from the mantelpiece.“OH! I must be in the wrong house, I thought Mary lived here, but I must be wrong.” His teasing pleased Eileen and produced a playful punch from her to his arm.“Mary, you look stunning.” The simplicity of his comment and the sincerity with which it was delivered went straight to her heart. If she wasn’t in love before with this. She took the few small steps it was to the appointed spot. "Your dress!" his demanding voice continued. She meekly nodded and unbuttoned the few buttons she had actually done up, it had been a warm day and the hotel was warmer still, and sinuously shrugged it from her shoulders. The dress fell about her feet, forming almost a stage on which she was to be expected to perform. Still facing him she saw, even whilst still seated, he was clearly excited both at the view of her and of the power he.