A chance to get on my feet in a new city where I had no family and no friends... so grabbed that chance and ran with it. I set a deadline and by Janu...ry 2012 I was on my feet with a job, a place of my own and a sense of accomplishment I could not deny.But I was alone.I spent months this way. Working long hours behind a bar and going home to an empty house; no friends, no family, no cable. It was...... lonely. No one in my new city happened to catch my attention. Every man I passed by. He could tell she was hesistating. "Yes, it feels better then my husband. Oh Allah...I’m going to burn in hell fire for this but yes a lot better. It hurts to say it but I love it. Now shut up and work that big black cock defile my Mmuslim cunt!" She pleaded. Donte continued slowly working his cock in and out of her pussy. "You feel good to me to, so damn tight, looks like Allah’s blessed you with a heaevenly cunt. You're so hot and wet down there. That hijabi cunt of yours is gripping my cock. “Seems like senseless violence to me. All of this does. But who am I but a lowly guardsman. I’d be in the cage next to you if I spoke my true voice.”It was hard to read his face in the low light but once again his tone seemed sincere. Still, Fauna proceeded with caution for fear of it being another trap.“You could free me.”“They’d hang me without even holding a trial,” he scoffed.“You can say I overpowered you. Used my magic to put you under my spell.”“Can you? Use magic?” He was leaning. Lifting the shade on the lamp he positioned me so that he could see and feel the scar. "What is this scar from, Sarah?" I turned my head into the couch and muttered, "a knife." He was silent for so long that I looked at him again, and was taken aback by the look of raw lust on his face as he traced the scar over and over. Looking down I saw that he was hard again, and he reached into his lap and squeezed his cock hard, making the head a throbbing purplish red. "Someone cut you, Sarah?" He.