We walked around a corner, there was a short wide hallway that ended in glass. I walked up close to the glass wall, I was looking out over the lake. T...e water was shimmering in the moonlight, clear to the horizon. Marcus walked back to his door and ushered us into his home.I marveled at the expansiveness of the apartment. So much glass looking over the lake. Marcus tossed his keys on a stand near the door.“Anyone for a drink?” He asked.No one took him up on his offer.“Well to bed then.”He. Facing me is Celia, the girl I first met when she instructed me on personal hygiene on my first day. She is dressed in the same blue surgical scrubs and wears white surgical clogs on her feet. The same South African accent greets me. "Hi, Fifty," she says. "Nice to see you again. I'd shake hands but..." She nods at my arms. "Turn around and I'll release you. Hmmm, love that hair!" She looks at my bald head."Yes," I say casting my eyes down, still embarrassed by how it looks and by the fact that. He puts his fingers between my legs. I start to morn.He put another hand into my shirt and bras to hold my breasts. Finger belly touches my nipples.I close my eyes slightly, my breathe becomes a little heavier.He slowly push me backward to my bed.I reach out my hands to touch his body. His only clothes is just a bath towel around his waist! I drag it off, strip him fully naked.we hugs more closer. Our abdomen stick with each other tightly. I insert my hand between us to grab his penis, which. He knew with a certainty that he would enjoy playing Andrea's game with her.On entering Andrea's apartment, Harry sat down on the sofa and waited patiently for her to make him a drink."You want, I'll pretend to rape you," he said, wondering about this woman's psyche, and what made her tick. 'Was she crazy?' he wondered, 'or maybe a little like his mother?'He took a big gulp from the glass."No pretending, Harry. I really want you to rape me," there was only a slight sense of nervousness about.