She raised her pistol and fired into the darkness of the narrow tunnel. There was a shriek of agony, like nothing she had ever heard before, and that ...was enough to send her running faster than ever in her life.A week had passed since Jean’s “encounter”, but she didn’t see whatever it was she had shot at. There were whispers in the dark, rumors going around about strange sightings of inhuman creatures, prowling through the tunnels. It was rather easy to collect information like that. While it. It was Saturday afternoon, where else would he be? She reached to pick up the phone and call the store—then hesitated. Then she smiled. She would ride her bike down to the store and surprise him at closing time.She looked down at her injured foot. It was still heavily bandaged but she was sure she’d be able to ride her bike. And besides she was still tired and sweaty from the trip back and she desperately wanted a nap and then a shower. And then after dinner she’d put on something pretty. But, you're not allowed to cum. Until I fuck you! Is that understood?"Fatima gasped and squeezed her thighs together. Fuck, she was already getting wet and he hadn't even started yet."And what if I can't control myself and I cum before I'm supposed to?"She asked tentatively, like a little girl who knew she was about to get punished for misbehaving.His cock became rock hard as he watched her. He grabbed onto it with his hand and squeezed, breathing deeply. He needed to calm down. Fatima was. Also, being clad only in silk boxers did little to warm me up so I returned to the warm comfort of my apartment, shutting the glass door behind me and going in front of my mirror to see what the damage from a nights worth of tossing and turning did to my hair. I looked in the mirror, seeing a handsome, 6'2'' male of milk chocolate skin, a lean, athletic frame, and unique, vibrant amber colored eyes that looked almost a golden; especially when the sun gleamed off of them. My family and many.