He let out a moan of pleasure when she started to slow dance to the music and to undress the stockings that she put on a few minutes ago. It was slow,...agonizing, it was a torture to watch her – it was also the greatest pleasure he could think of, and she knew it. Once she took off her left stocking, she slapped her ass and moved her hand all over her leg; he knew what she was asking for. Money. Cold, hard cash is what she wanted, and he opened his briefcase, for he learned long ago that she. What good are the historians? They tell fine stories, but they don't get them right. Certainly not Herodotus, nor Diodorus the Sicilian, four hundred years later. And they aren't very good at geography, either. Dramatic and epic poets come nearer to the truth. Aeschylus said we came from Scythia. That was close, but on the wrong side of the Black Sea. Homer, The Poet, wrote that I was born in Thrace. That was too far west. I was born near to where Trabzon was to be founded.I killed my sister. "I'll take the day off. However, you're still not getting any loving right now. Maybe later tonight."He rolled me onto my back, and got on top of me. He nibbled on my ear before whispering, "No, I need you. We are having sex NOW, whether you like it or not."I pushed him back, this has now became a game. I was now too awake, and much to horny to turned on to go to sleep now. However, I wasn't going to give in that easily."Just because I'm your wife, doesn't mean I owe you sex whenever you feel. ”“No, please let me go,” Sujitha pleaded and began walking. He quickly leaped in front of her and stretched both arms in an attempt to block her way.Sujitha stood helpless in a state of shock. She wasn’t worried about her blouse getting torn anyway but she couldn’t imagine revealing her breasts herself. A chill went through her spine as she realized that the guy wouldn’t be stopping once he could lay his hands on her breasts. “Please let me go,” She pleaded again. The guy had lost his patience.