She clenched the bed sheet tightly as I started to suck her boob, one in mouth being tasted and other being squeezed between my hands. I was madly suc...ing her breasts one by one, my saliva all over her breast and it was dripping on her rib-cage. I kept smooching and went down, tasted her skin. I rolled my tongue on her navel and softly bit it, as she left a soft moan.Then I sat between her legs, looking deep into her eyes and then took her leg and kissed her thighs and then went close to her. When the waiter brings the desert menu, Roman looks at Brea. “Would you rather be desert than eat it?”“Yes,” she hisses. “But how do we manage that with all these people in here?”“I don’t mean here,” Roman says, rolling his eyes. “I mean back at my apartment. I wouldn’t mind a repeat of last night, if you’re up to it.”“Mmm, absolutely,” she murmurs. “Last night was grand.”Roman signs the dinner check and they leave the table. The ride back is agonizing for them both, but once they park and head. Lady Winthrop had loved it too. He recalled how she’d admire it, saying it captured her imagination. She’d study every detail and chatter to Kevin about the fun her statues would have if introduced to fat Bacchus and his naughty entourage. The poor old dear, she loved her statues and was convinced they came alive when no one was around. All carvings did, according to her. Ridiculous childish fancy, of course, but Kevin would smile and nod. He liked the old lady and evidently, she had been fond. ‘Tori? Could you do a strip tease for me?’ Bruce asked. ‘Wha?! Oh… sure. I mean… I can try…’ Tori said, blushing shyly. She stood up and began to slowly take off her bra. She slid one strap off her right shoulder and then the other. She pulled her arms through and slowly unhooked the back. She pulled the bra away from her breasts and tossed the bra down to the floor beside her. She slid her hands up and down her torso. She shook, feeling intimidated by Bruces gaze. She slid off her panties a.