Then surprisingly she put the sweater sleeves back on. There was a change in the air.She turned to me but avoided my eyes. "I started seeing someone."... Oh," I said, surprised. "Who?" No one you know. We work in the same building... He's black." How do we compare?" I laughed, trying to lighten a newly awkward situation."You two are about the same size," she answered."Well, I'm happy for you," I said. "And I don't know what to say. Do you want me to finish the massage?"After a moment's hesitation,. They were all just a bunch of fucked up fanatics in my book. The way they treat women and children is unthinkable and stupid in the extreme. If it wasn't because of the loss of innocent lives, the whole mess should be cleaned up and set right. I get angry thinking about it. I met some very nice and intelligent Kuwaitis but there isn't enough of them as long as they have kings, princes, and shit like that to deal with.It was pathetically laughable, we were killing idiots so idiots could continue. It's fading and I can't remember much of it now, but it left me horny as hell. So why don't you wipe that silly grin off your face and fuck me."Dan laughed. "Yes, my lady. I certainly wouldn't want to waste that feeling." He lowered his mouth to her pussy and the two spent the next twenty minutes making love.Dan next came awake to the feeling of Lisa rubbing her bare tits against his chest as she tried, with her bound hands and feet, to roll on top of him. "Hi," he said."Hi, yourself. It's. Don’t leave me.” she heaved. “I have Loved you since before I was born, since only God knew my name and who I’d Love. I know you dream about me. I dream about you dreaming about me. You keep wondering why you can’t think about anything but me. Why you can’t deal with your cases without seeing me in your clients innocence and your feelings for me in their guiltiness? Why you can’t touch yourself without picturing my eyes? It’s because you know it too. You don’t have to feel guilty, Sweetie. This.