Was she ever really her lover? Was she really in Paris now? Had she even been French?I shrugged and smashed a vase.The seventh call I had planned to l...t go to voice-mail. But I couldn't."Bruce?"It was she. The same background sounds were there. Sea surf, clear children's voices. Even some music."Yes," I said. "Myriam?" I love you, Bruce."Either the connection was poor or her voice broke. Did I care? Yes, I did. I knew I shouldn't, but I did."Why call, Myr?" I asked.Silence. Then:"I am. Nice place. In any case, get some rest. Noon take off tomorrow. Menorca. Talk to you tomorrow.”“Stephen, thank you. We’ll talk. You’re OK, you know that?”“That’s what our mothers say and said. Now if I can just convince you.” I heard a snicker.“Fine. Sat phone. Tomorrow around one Moscow local. I have no idea until tomorrow what time that will be for you. Just please be there for me.”“As always, sir. I will be.”Zvezda took me to a restaurant on the way to the hotel. Only a block. When watching her do that, there was no way my dick would ever go down."There's another reason I woke you up today, baby." Vicky started to say. Her mouth was sticky with cum, so she licked her lips."Oh? What's that?" I asked."Well its time for your first lesson. I promised that I'd teach you about making love, and I'm serious about it. Firstly, I want you to be able to have sex with a woman for a long time, and since you always cum so quickly, that's why I sucked you off first. This way you'll. As I stood there the skirt fell tothe floor. He looked into my eyes as he pulled my cami over my head andthen had my slip drop down.Letting out a huge sigh, I wrapped my arms around Ken's neck as hepicked me up and carried me into the bedroom. I made sure as we weregoing down the hall I kicked off my heels. Gently laying me down, hebegan to kiss and nibble at me ears and neck. While doing that hereached behind me and, with obvious experience, unsnapped my bra.After removing my bra, Ken began.