"Hey, Gibbs. Got food, a couple more blankets, some books for me. How is your carving going?" Jethro had been carving the Marine symbol for Mac's folk.... The shapeless lump of wood they'd found had taken on depth and Mac knew Jet was damn good at this, even one handed."Want something to read? We've got Playboy, Omni, Scientific American, Popular Mechanics, Sports Illustrated, Newsweek ... Got a bunch of magazines and some books."He leaned over, kissing Jet fully on the mouth."Hey babe, did you. I catch your lip in my teeth and nibble, just a bit. Just enough. Then I move further south, leaving random, soft kisses down your chest, then your stomach. Up again, feathery kisses trailing across your skin, feeling your heat, breathing in your scent. Your heart is starting to pump a little harder, your breathing shallower and more sporadic. I kiss my way back down. I can see your arousal outlined in your jeans and I lean down, placing a kiss on it, smiling as you groan and involuntarily. The carriage was called again and my father left, alone. The house maid showed me the way to my bedroom and helped me out of my dress, petticoats and stays. She left and I slipped out of my drawers and bodice and donned a nightgown. Then thinking about it I took it off and slipped naked into the bed. I waited with bated breath for the knock on the door which would herald Rupert’s joining me. The knock came and I drew my breath to answer. ‘Come in.’ I called and Rupert came in, wearing a robe, I. Sure enough, a tall Asian man in an expensive business suit waved his ticket at me and stepped on my toes getting into the window seat. He saw me wince in pain and reached down to rub my foot with his huge paw. I lifted my reinforced pantyhose higher for his ministrations and he soon had me breathing fast in anticipation of an expanded massage. I could tell that at this point his actions were completely apologetic in nature and not sexually oriented in the least little bit.Somehow, I got turned.