Out in the hall, the graduate waited, Emilia, a beautiful young woman with chestnut hair and an ample chest. She was wearing a sexy French maid unifor..., as all the servants did. Unlike a traditional uniform, this one left the breasts exposed. Her nipples had also been pierced, with thin chains linking them to a metal collar around her neck.She stood with perfect posture, her uniform without a single wrinkle and every hair in place. Ishtar’s perfectionism had been burned into their souls. Twenty. Urgency responding to suggestion, a surge of high octane adrenaline rushing through his veins, fuelling the fire of passion, the perilous limb throbbing in his hand, a grunt, a wheeze, a thrust of his hips and he was inside her body. “Oh. Oh. Ahhh,” she whispered, her face twisting in a distorted mask of pleasure, the gruesome muscle stretching her tight entrance, filling the depths of her inner core, opening her legs, opening her body, digging her finger nails into his arms, whispers turning. His lips still against her lips, Harry asked, "Which do you like? Wild sexual stimulation or wild sexual intercourse?"Oh God! What a question!"Must I choose, sir?" Why do you ask?"Her lips still against Harry's lips Lucy said, "Because... because..." She was shy to say it."Say it, Lucy. Why do you ask, Must I choose?" I don't want to choose, sir." Why?" Because... because... I like both, sir." You mean you like wild sexual stimulation AND wild sexual intercourse?" Yes, sir." She blushed getting. The other night I drove through that place we met. It brought back so many beautiful memories, the tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I thought of you. Tonight you're watching your son and I can't talk to you because he's sick. I'm lying here in my bed thinking of you and the sweet memories start to flow through my mind.Do you remember walking up by the fountains on the water front? Holding my hand as we travelled, not a care in the world; that night everything felt perfect.We walked slowly.