Her mind wandered yet again to the way out. Why did it have to be so hard on her, all she wanted was a little peace of mind? Did she really have to ge... it this way? Visions of a tall building danced through her head. Maybe that’s the key out Darcy thought. Since I’m no good at inflicting enough pain on myself to actually die I shall try a different method one that will be sure to work. Shifting some more in her seat she glanced over at her friends. Would they care if she were gone? Would. ...but then again why not. My fantasy scene was always the same thing, over and over, and it would make any married man smile to know that his wife's hottest fantasy was the two of them with a random hot Black or Latina chic! Especially my husband.....As the Host leads us through the corridor to the back of the establishment, my mind is racing, my heart is beating faster with each step, and my pussy is wet, really wet. I grab my husbands hand and briefly brush against his crotch, it's rock. My only other exercise or exertions being swimming and fucking, both of which I try to indulge in as often as time and opportunity permit. Smiling to myself as a comment from my GP came to mind."You do realise that sex and swimming are the only two activities that simultaneously move every muscle in the human body, do you not?"If the medics deem it good for one, who am I to disagree.I'm not tall at 5'5", but carry my 58kgs well. The boobs have luckily yet to head south, and their generous 36d. The hour was late and she was tired, so she retired to her suite, pausing only to ask the Chief Eunuch whom the Emir had chosen for the night."The Princess Maryam, Highness," he replied imperturbably.So, her arrival was not necessarily a sign of a return to favour. It could just be another cruel trick by her son, the Emir, as she now suspected her 'sale' had been. She lay awake for some time longing to be in David's bed and coming to terms with the fact that her greatest wish was to be the.