‘I need to keep you safe,’ he insisted, eyes darting over the edge of the bed before settling on her face again. Thoughts of him going out there i... the dark to face whoever had set her gown aflame had her panicking. What kind of sick twisted mind would do such a thing? ‘You can’t do that if you’re—’ She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. ‘Just call nine-one-one and stay right here.’ Her eyes darted to the gun. ‘You brought a gun on our honeymoon?’ His eyes darted to the door. ? Fazia whispered so quietly that it sounded like a hiss to Sally. ======================================================Chapter 2. Foreplay In Dubai.Fazia sat in her hotel room and contemplated the smooth sea that lay so far below the broad hotel window. Several local fishing dhows were setting sail, they looked like red smudges on the azure water with their sails billowing over weather beaten hulls.With a sigh she glanced over her shoulder at the mute television that was displaying its. A short while later she came again. And again. They were low-level climaxes at the moment, but they were rhythmic and unmistakable.It’s working. Time to dial it up. He adjusted a slider, increasing the power of the vibrations to just below their median setting, watching with delight and an aching erection. She shrieked as each new peak washed over her. He looked on for a while longer, but when it became too much for him to watch without having to relieve his own arousal, he grabbed a handful of. During these sessions, Julie made it a point tell Richard all that had transpired during her night out in her most bitchy and sultry voice. Often she would remind him of his inadequacy as a husband and why he could never satisfy her. Richard, would endure hour after hour of humiliation and Mr. Happy would stiffen into a state of intense arousal. After Julie was properly satisfied, she would slip into blissful sleep while Richard would lie beside her in the bed stewing in jealousy thinking about.