He's excited by all the new smells, but frightened by the dead lab on the floor. I forgot to clean that up before we left. I decide I'll start out nic... and them work my way into being cruel. I lead him down the hall way into sex/torture room. It's well equipped for both pleasure and pain. I jump on the bed and call Storm near me. I ponder what to do, then I remember that huge member of his and how much I'd love it up my ass. My cock is being hard and I can feel it rubbing against my boxers.. He said his name was William, smiling and handshaking me, gently but firmly in his big, strong hand.I was lying on my stomach and he sat down on his knees in front of me, his bulge very obvious indeed…. He then said that a beautiful lady should not be alone in Jamaica…I felt my nipples were hard and swollen against the towel under my body.He took out his massage oils and then I warned him I was a married woman. He laughed and then he passed me a joint to share…He rubbed oil in my skin with his. ‘Yes, Twain Mark Sullivan, that’s me.’ ‘My grandfather’s name was Twain Mark Reynolds.’ Kriss announced. The conversation had taken a pause. Twain took a minute to give Kriss room to breathe before he spoke again. And the crowd in the café still buzzed with heat as the topic of conversation remained the same. ‘Yes, I know. And your father’s name is Blake Sullivan Reynolds, mine’s name is..’ ‘Mark Reynolds Sullivan.’ Kriss cut him off. ‘Exactly.’ Twain brushed his hair aside. ‘If my father is. And the conclusion she drew from that.”“Which was?”“That there was a good chance we’d never marry.”“She’s right, isn’t she?”“Probably, though I don’t think there is zero chance.”“Does she?”“No, I guess not, but I believe she thinks the odds are less than 50-50.”“I think that’s probably right,” Clarissa said. “So what happened?”“She said she wants to fool around with me, no commitments, no promises.”“Nice try, Petrovich! But I’m not going to take the bait.”I smiled, and shook my head. “No bait..