M. the next morning I met Mei. Just over 5 feet and perhaps 110 pounds, she did not appear skinny but almost ephemeral in her quality, unapproachable... almost anonymous I her beauty. She reminded me of the many Asian string players I had fallen in love with over the years whenever I went to the symphony. Long silky black hair combed straight down past her shoulder blades, an oval face and brown eyes, behind black-framed round glasses. The image of her face vanished from my memory like a. They were probably damn red right now. Good morning, Owen. I answered trying to look at him, but I couldnt. I was completely stiff, frozen, my heart beating like a crazy drummer. My fingers clenched the hem of my skirt. Just five awkward seconds passed until he acted. Dont be like this, come here. He said holding softly my chin with his fingertips, turning my face to him and kissing me softly. Then he held the back of my neck with his other hand and kissed more fiercely. I felt his tongue. “Fuck Sandra you are perfect! I almost came in your mouth. I want to fuck you!”He went out on his side and walked around car and when he came, he was smiling seeing me bent over. In moment he ripped of my panties and slowly started to push his hard cock in my pussy. “Sorry for panties, but I see you are not planning to wear it while you are my guest Sandra.” I already felt that his cock is ready to unload sperm, so I did not let him to fuck me roughly…Few minutes later he was pounding me. I rolled my eyes and tried to piece together what she was telling me. “’Taker needs to find a faithful woman to be redeemed from service to Hell? That’s the Devil’s stipulation?” It sounded fairytale, medieval. What did a dead man walking sound like? “Uh-huh. A woman who’s always loved *him* and never will love anyone else! Fat chance, right? Who would fall in love with a bastard like that? Who in their right mind would even want to *fuck* him?” Her face sharpened into prurience again. “Did he,.