How strong the feelings would be... how much I would want you..." Cindy gasped as she whispered, "want you inside me..."Jim opened his eyes and gazed ...t her in love. "Cindy..." he whispered. He was almost crying tears and the words just wouldn't come."Hush. I know. It's okay..." Cindy smiled and sat up and petted his head for a moment. "You know, the all-powerful monsters could probably be making this a lot more painful for us... Jim?"Jim smiled at Cindy and curled his arm around her butt as. ”“I’m sure you do,” Marguerite replied. “Now, if you will excuse me, I must be back to my husband’s side. I thank you for the dance.” With that, Marguerite made her way back to Jean and kissed him on his cheek as she sat down next to him.“Back so soon?” he asked. “Did you not enjoy the dance?”“I did, but I am growing tired, my love,” she explained. “Thank you for indulging me and my silly desires. I have danced enough for one day.”Jean stood, swaying on his feet. He was clearly very drunk.. The outfit showcased his physique. Nicely defined chest. Highly toned arms. Superbly flat stomach. Sculpted thighs. Large calves. Not that Erick would have noticed. He just wasn’t that preoccupied with himself.He exited his three-bedroom, two-bath, brick-and-vinyl exterior ranch style home. In the carport sat his cherry red 2015 Jeep Grand Cherokee. He hopped inside and backed out of the driveway. He navigated the surface streets for about twenty minutes until he was at the desired parking. Ariston was led to a large house not far from his own. The servant knocked and told the man who answered that Rousoul commended this man, Ariston, to Mustafa. The servant invited him in and led him to the garden of this house, and bade him be seated. Soon, an older man appeared. "I am Mustafa. Why does my friend Rousoul send me a barbarian?"Ariston did him courtesy, "It is said that the Merchant Mustafa needs gold. I have wealth to spare. I wish to be allied with a merchant of note who will.