It was still warm from his body."I have the measure of you now." I said, somewhat truthfully as hestarted back towards me. Big men are always so slow,...for every part ofthem that are powerful and terrifying. My body burned even more for him.His hands would be on my naked thighs this very night, we would meet insex just as we had in battle and I would conquer him there too. He hefted his axe to his shoulder now and swung down towards my head. Istepped easily to the side, dodging, though I felt. And it means, you and me, well…’ ‘We’ll be leaving here,’ she said tentatively. He nodded and hesitated before he continued. ‘And I don’t think I can do that,’ he said. He looked directly into her eyes, wanting to make sure she would hear what he was about to say right down in her soul. ‘I don’t want to go anywhere without you.’ She had no idea they felt the same way about each other. She thought this was just a fling that went horribly wrong when she fell in love with him. Now he revealed he. I am a prostitute—I prowl and walk the silent and dark streets out there at night, and by the break of dawn, I should have at least lured one fine-looking and filthy rich pocketed gentleman to bed, leaving him all still and motionless there in his tasteless sleep of death. What I do at night ... it is horrible and appalling to describe and relate to you. Truly!This is what I am going to be fine and comfortable in tonight. Netted stockings and a bum-low mini dress and a fancy and sparkling. Slowly he withdrew his cock, leaving a trail of cum dripping out my still gaping ass.“Now you can go clean yourself.” He said as he walked away to the living room and flicked on his TV.I got up and pulled up my shorts. The inside was covered with my cum, some dried and some still wet. I went to the bathroom and washed out the cum from my face and hair. As soon as I finished I made for the door without saying a word to Mohamed.“Let’s do this again.” He said to me as I walked out his house.I had.