“A personal question, Steve: why isn’t a nice looking guy like you married?” I liked her directness.“A bit like yourself, Kat: I was once but ...t didn’t last. I met Cheryl when I was at Leeds. She was more into the design aspect than the art, like me, but we had quite a lot in common otherwise and we shared a flat together for most of the three years I was there. She is actually a Yorkshire lass from Pontefract, which isn’t that far from Leeds, while I’m from Cambridgeshire—Peterborough.“By the. I told her I would be ready before her. With her getting dressed in her room I reach under my pillow and pulled out the note I found in my bed when I woke. I read it again still wondering if I had been taken by a flirty young lady and wondered if I would ever see anything of the one hundred dollars I slipped Emily with her breakfast plate, after all that was one of her conditions she demanded for not telling Amber she saw me in the bathroom last night. That one was fairly easy compared to the. . let me shoot my load in that sweet pussy..rrrmmmrmmrmmmmm...you want me to fuck your tits baby? That's my girl...grab those fat titties and fuck me..fuckin fat tits...bounce those tits on my cock baby...mmmmbounce those fuckin fat tits.....Mia suck me...suck my cock uuuuhhh..suck me here it cums...suck it...”he grunted and I could here that slapping sound as he beat his dick. My pussy was so wet. I could tell he came by the hissing sound he made with his teeth and the absence of the. ”Tears now bathe my eyes as I recall his words, his kindly face, his gentle touch and his deep green eyes. Eyes just like my own; eyes into which I may never gaze again. I grasp the string of turquoise tightly. There is a quiet knock at the door. Quickly I stand, dry my eyes and clear my throat. Since my visitor has taken the trouble to knock I know them to be a slave and not a Darrakhai.“Please enter.”The door opens and I am greeted by the much lined face of old Talhrana. I hold this old.