On the floor was Byron's dinner, an uncooked leg of beef. Edgar must have brought it down while I was getting Byron.He walked into the cage and I shut...the door behind him and began to lock it while he stripped off his clothes. He handed them to me through the bars and ran a pale hand over his washboard stomach with a heavy sigh. He knew the form he wore would vanish soon. I went to the bars and kissed his cheek goodnight."See you in the morning Byron." Goodnight Eliot."Taking his clothes with. I’ll try it this once.”“Atta girl! I’ll set it up.”“Good evening, Gwen,” he said warmly.“You remembered my name,” she replied.“Oh, I always remember beautiful women.”“Why thank you,” she said as he held the chair for her.The club was filled but he had managed to secure a table in a back corner. It had taken Georgia the better part of a week to arrange for this tryst.“I must be honest, when Georgia called me and said you would be interested n having dinner with me, I was intrigued.”“How so?” she. His usual urge to correct her coarse declarations had relaxed significantly since the blizzard. It was better she call him a whore than someone else, and something about the way she’d finger fucked his ass while he was cumming in Rena had a way of changing things. But everything was changing everything, and they were in the middle of a detour on a journey he hadn’t known they were on until they were too far gone.“You don’t like her very much, do you?” he asked.“Of course I do. She’s my mother.. Their body movements had been sinuous, now they exhibited more urgency, pushing against the other. Their caresses continued but were joined by hard, slightly demanding kissing. He abandoned the caresses and cupped her mound, pressing a finger inside, first to lubricate it and then to seek the pleasure focus of the allegedly legendary 'g-spot'. The heel of his hand put pressure on her clitoris and he was rewarded by grunts of enjoyment and the grasp of her hand starting to massage his shaft,.