“Are you Conner James Stocson” he said with a strong Arabic accent. “Are you working for Alkieda” I askedWith this he frowned and replied stro...gly“NO”“Ok then I will allow you to take me to my dad”So I got into the cheap taxi and was on my way to my dad’s. The bastard didn’t even want to pick me up from the airport. We drove through the snowy streets past McDonalds and burger king then past the small mall and the Wal-Mart. Soon we arrived at my dad’s large house it was around 25 hundred square. When she finally stopped my mouth was sore, I thought for a minute of all the girls that give head, pitied them for a second and was back in reality. My Mistress climbed off me and took position near my ass. I was excited and fearing the pain altogether. ?I don’t want to hear a squeak from your sorry ass!!? she warned me strictly. I remained quiet, bit my lip to ensure she won’t.hear a sound from me. I felt the wet rubber touching my ass hole, rubbing gently against it, I was always very. Then in the evening I would return to an empty home. No, not a home, a house, a dull listless place empty of her laughter, her presence, her voice, even the lingering perfume she would leave in any room she entered. That would be my life. It didn't matter that my logical brain told me that I had no proof. My emotions told me otherwise. She had allowed another man to view, taste and possess her. Giving to him that which she had once promised only I would have. Lily! Oh Lily. Why? Why?When I. "I like being looked at," she answered simply. "It arouses me, arouses me to think that maybe someone's getting aroused looking at me, weren't you?"She had said it, if there had been any doubt or uncertainty whatsoever, there wasn't now, and I couldn't think up a single thing that wouldn't sound idiotic in trying to deny it either."Sure I was," I admitted, seeing the smile of confirmation spread across her face when I did so. "You're a beautiful young woman," I added, "who isn't afraid to show.