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and it was only moments before he gasped with joy. 'I'm coming, Amy!' she pushed back, drawing him deep into her body, and felt waves of electricity pulse through her body. John dropped the shower head, sending a powerful spray of water cascading down to the street below, and while John gripped her sides and filled her with his cum she gripped onto the sill for dear life, yelling through the open window.
     
    'Oh John! Fuck me harder! Fuck me deep!' He increased his speed, pounding her body as he came. Water splashed over the sides, pouring over the window sill, and Amy felt as if every drop would be gone from the tub by the time they were finished.
     
    After a long, blissful moment as they both came in unison she felt John slide his spent cock from her pussy, falling sideways in exhaustion into the water. She turned, floating happily on the surface, and kissed him deeply as they basked in post-orgasmic bliss.
     
    Amy closed her eyes as if to sleep, her mind empty of all but happiness. For what felt like hours they lay, side by side, and drifted in the water as it grew cool, waiting until they felt the chill before slowly climbing out and drying off.
     
    Every few moments John moved in for another kiss, as if to remind himself that Amy was really there, standing naked and dripping before him. Neither really knew where this would lead, but both knew that their lives lay ahead of them, and both knew that they wanted to face the future together.
     
    'I'm hungry,' said Amy, the first words either had spoken in an hour.
     
    'Now that you mention it,' replied John, 'me too.'
     
    Amy smiled. 'Hot dogs?'
     
    'Good call.' That beguiling, bewitching grinned appeared on his face. 'Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I streaked down Broadway in front of Gray's Papaya?,
     
    Amy laughed, patting him on his naked ass. 'Yeah, you did, but tell me again. I like the look you get when you tell that story.'
     
    John began talking, his story becoming ever more fantastic and extraordinary, and as Amy followed him to the terrace and slipped back into her dress she could only think of all the times he'd told it before, and all the times he'd tell it in the future.
     
    She couldn't wait.
     

 
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    Chapter One
     
    Even today I struggle to explain the truth. I struggle to find the words to make people understand - truly understand, not just nod sympathetically while secretly believing I'm crazy, scarred and broken - the hold he had over me. I don't blame them for feeling this way. Unless you've been in that situation it's impossible to understand the power. You just can't understand why I did what I did.
     
    I'm asked often about it these days, and not just by friends and family. People are more curious than ever. With the Syrian uprising all over the news I'm often called by the media for my opinion. They want an insight into Assad's wife, Asma, the British woman who graduated from King's College before marrying a man who slaughtered his people. They want to understand how. How could an educated western woman love a man like that, a cold blooded murderer who thought nothing of razing a town to the ground; thought nothing of ordering the deaths of so many innocents? How could I ?
     
    Of course I can't help them. When I first returned to the US I tried to write an opinion piece for The London Guardian but I couldn't even beat the first paragraph. I just didn't know what to say. How can a person possibly boil it down to a thousand words? An experience like that, being torn from your comfortable home in the US to serve as a sex slave for a despotic psychopath. To not only survive the ordeal, but to fall in love with your captor. To marry him. To give him a child. To smile and wave beside him as he casually slaughtered his people. How can I explain that in a way any normal person could understand?
     
    They - you, the