I always loved it when he complimented me. I pushed myself back on the sofa, placed my hands on the hand rest and raised my hips up a little. “This ...is how you like it, don’t you?” I said. He scanned me, right from my waist to my eyes. Our eyes met. He quickly looked away. “Does Jacob like it too?” he asked. “Come on Prady. You know what had happened. I was forced to marry him. You weren’t here. My parents blackmailed me. I was helpless.” “So helpless that you couldn’t inform me?”, he asked. “I. . (she started up again with her fingernails).... I've always thought", she dreamily paused, "thought that I might like to wear one of those". "Really." I stated, making the period after the word pretty obvious. (or so I thought) "Yeah", she paused again, "yeah, I....(now she started to lightly rub my neck) I always thought I might like to fuck a guy." Again, I turned and looked her in the eye. "So try that out on what's his name." "Naah" she said dreamily, (and started to knead my shoulders. Sarah looked to Star, trying to find the right words to ask who was this God she spoke about. Star pushed her fingers against Sarah’s lips – The Bell Tolled – calling them onto the ceremony of the Great God. Sarah stood up, dizzy – something must have been in the wine. She walked slowly behind Star, looking up at the stone room. The designs of weird men, designs of snakes, and the word “Set” spray-painted on the archway. Sarah frowned gently and stopped following. In the dark hallway she heard. ’ ‘Ohhh, yes, Daddy,’ she whispered, eyes closing as, rousing from her sleep-induced stupor, her hips caught the rhythm of my hand and began meeting it. Her velvet interior stroking against my rough hands made my cock begin to throb almost painfully, and I watched her face intently, the bliss I saw spreading over her face making me even hotter. ‘I want to take you however, wherever, and whenever I want to, baby girl,’ I whispered, licking the spot I’d so roughly bitten moment before. ‘At work….