You’re not supposed to be here and you know it.” I felt small as you towered over me but I drew up to my full height, the heels helping and boldly... ran my hands over your covered chest. I leaned in even closer, my lips barely grazing the shell of your ear as I purred hotly, “I want you to fuck me … hard … mercilessly … right here … right now.” Your proximity and unique scent mixed with the heady aroma of wood smoke were overwhelming and I could feel my body ignite. I stepped back just far enough. I stopped off at the store in his neighborhood to grab some chips and beers when I saw her. I was fairly certain it was her. I’d seen her enough on xhamster, first on her boyfriends page, then her own. A young redhead named Sarah. The eyes, the hair, the smile - it had to be her. I followed her around the store a couple of aisles, just to be sure. I eventually grabbed my beer and snacks and found her again in the store. “Excuse me, is your name Sarah” I asked, with a little hesitation. “It is”. ’ Jeffery thought ‘The Emir always gets what he commands, so let’s get this over with.’ Four women entered his chamber. They were similar but different. Their similar dresses were gossamer Harem outfits: billowy translucent silk pants, no panties, loose translucent blouses. They all wore similar slippers. The Emir’s tastes went to buxom, their nipples strained the flimsy fabric. But the Emir also liked variety: a redhead, a blonde, a brunette and a black haired woman. They arranged themselves. It was that night I learned the difference between being fucked and beingmade love to. It was a total epiphany and a life changing event thatevening. It only took a few weeks and Rob became a regular. I became knowaround the bar as Rob's girl and off limits, something both Rob and Ienjoyed.Fast forward over a year and a half and my how my life had changed. Roband I went to the bar just about every Saturday night. We went togetherbecause I was now spending just about every weekend at his place.