It’s too good to be true, the first thought to enter my head as my eyes scanned the audience searching for her. She must be mad or evil; a clich?d f...emme fatale fantasy began forming in my mind. Her outfit was totally femme fatale; black heels, fur stole, plunging neckline. My eyes found her three rows down to my left; I could make out her stockinged leg gently swaying in time to the music.She was direct, intelligent and domineering; all three qualities that supposedly spell trouble when they. It was smaller than the hole in Quam's belt, though. The two men were engaged in an animated discussion about four variably sized ivory sticks the newcomer was holding in his hands. Apparently, they had a difference of opinion about which was the most appropriate tool in this particular case of purification.There wasn't much mysterious about the purpose of the new sticks. Anna knew she had *two* holes down there. The Harem Jewel stung again... After a couple of seconds of intense argumentation,. I didn’t exchange more than a few words with her and, even though she seemed to be a lovely girl, I already knew her purpose there. Getting attached to that girl wouldn’t bring me anything more than even more anger towards my father.As time passed, I visited every year, and every time I got there I already expected to look at her and see her broken. It would be just a matter of time, since she already got curvier and sexier with every passing year. Then, for some reason, Sharon disappeared.. I placed one hand on her hip, and positioned my cock up to the waiting, wet pussy with the other. I wanted so badly to thrust my cock deep into her at that moment, but I held back. I began rubbing the swollen head of my member up and down in between her soft lips, then up along her clit. 'Mmm stop teasing me,'' she moaned. I pushed the head of my cock in between her lips, and continued my inward thrust deep into her. We both moaned with pleasure as she took every inch of my manhood. Her pussy.