She was shaking. I could see a smile on her face, she biting her lower lip and looked at me. I knew she wanted more of that . I started licking her pu...sy again, inserting my finger deep into her, slightly crooked, and moving inside her vagina. I could sense her walls closing against my fingers. I kept pushing my fingers upwards and applied pressure on her stomach. I took her clit in my mouth and started sucking it. And before I knew it, she came all over me once again. This time though, I. “You’d do me such a favor. He never gets any, and I only get some if I find someone like you down here. Please, would you?” Again, no answer was possible. Greg’s mind was racing ahead, thinking of the long climb up the steps to her house. If she led the way, his face would be just inches from her bare ass. He could just see it - sashaying from side to side, close enough to kiss or lick, or even take a little nibble. His fingers could practically feel it, a cheek in each hand, undulating. I have played with fire, and it was stupid of me to think I could come out of it without a burn. All of the signs, I have ignored them or I've translated them to something meaningful, something I could cope with. The truth was, Samer was always a guy who'd go to long lengths just to prove a point and control my life. This time he went even further by proving me that I have zero power of what happens to me. But what Samer forgot all about is the kindness of a stranger that comes when it's most. They are due in three days. I make it home after making a kick ass collage of her life. Pictures from when she was an infant to ones as recent as two weeks ago. It's big. Took me damn near three weeks to make it just the way I wanted it. After getting it printed and framed, I had to hide it in the basement, behind the shelving, with an old blanket covering it. Coming up from the basement, I heard movement on the second level. Grabbing the bat from by the front door, as Eli isn't due home for.