It both feels lighter and heavier than any blade you used. It's sharper than any normal sword and if you use enough force it can cut through any steel... armor. It is a blade worthy of any king in the world. It is also worth more than any other blade in the world. You quickly put it back and wrap it in the fabric again. You do not want anyone to see the blade, not yet. "It's to dangerous to show it," you explain to Ismene, as she gave you a questioning look. "A lot of people would kill for a blade. But over the past couple years, this has changed somewhat.There’s a secretary at work, I’ll call “M”. She’s about ten years younger than me. She’s married, has grown k**s, and is adorable because she is so petite. She’s blond, about 5’00” tall and weighs maybe 100 lbs. She has perky breasts, kind of narrow hips, and her mom belly is very small. She’s the type who’s always smiling, keeps busy, and walks quickly on her short thin legs. I watch her walk and me cock gets hard. I see her bend. "Say Kathy, you doing anything now?" No, not really, why?" Well, if you can get out of the house for a while we can go somewhere." Yeah I can go, but where?" My house. You game?" Sure, but drive down a bit past the curve, and I'll catch up in few minutes. I'll tell my mom I going to a friends house."About ten minutes later the passenger door opened and Kathy jumped in."So we're going to your house, isn't anyone home?" Oh my mom probably is, but she never comes up to my room, so she won't bother. My husband put a glass next to him and filled it with white wine.It was somehow clear to me that something was imminent, that I did not even know if I really wanted it, and I knew it was spoken out of my mouth.We talked for a while. Trivial stuff was the basis of this conversation. I have to admit that I felt uncomfortable. Yes, somehow I felt bad but did not show it, trying to get more out of Jamal. He was in his mid-40s, single, living in Germany for a long time. A seemingly very down to.