It drove Patrick crazy, because he never knew if his living room was going to look like twelfth century China, 1920s Paris, or some godawful combinati...n that nobody had thought of yet. Currently she was on a Middle Eastern kick, and that was why she had shown up with a carload of brass lamps, hookahs, and Oriental throw rugs purchased from some carpet store/antique shop in town."And where do I find myself at present?" said the genie."You find yourself on my kitchen table," Patrick said. "In the. You don’t have to take orders from me, I’m not your master. I hired you to be my guide, you got your money, and our contract is complete. Now we part ways.” She continued to stand there, looking like a puppy in the rain. “You can have one of the horses. You’ll be able to get to town faster and outrun pursuers.”“So you want me to prepare for your arrival into town?”This girl was starting to get on his nerves. “You’re not listening. You don’t have to do anything for me. You’re your own person. She completely tuned it out and could only think of the man across the aisle from her. The plane took-off, FINALLY, seemed like a lifetime had passed already, and they were airborne. She took out her laptop and fired it up…pulled down the tray table, placed her laptop there and started to work on her next presentation. Concentrating was impossible. All she could do was watch him intently while pretending to type. She noted everything he did, every nuance, every expression. It was driving her. When their lust reaches the point of frenzy, they jump out of the car, Donald grabs a blanket from the back and throws it over the car hood. He lifts Emma on it, pulling her panties down and off in the process. She leans back, lifts her dress for Donald, and spreads her thighs wide. Donald’s pants and boxers down around his ankles, he crawls up between her legs and directs his hard cock into Emma’s dripping, sticky, and waiting vagina. She cries as she feels Donald, so up in her now.Both now.