I thought I'd tell the chaps and it went something like this:Me: "Don't look now guys, but I think the girl with the black hair is looking at me"Frien... 1: *Looking straight at her without trying to be inconspicuous* "SHE IS LOOKING AT YOU!"Me: *Facepalm* "Say it louder, I don't think she heard you(!)" Friend 2: *Covering F1's mouth knowing he is about to scream at the top of his lungs*While the two lads were wrestling with each other, I turned to look and she gave me a little wave. I waved in. For a brief instant, the carnality on the bed was stilled by Dashwood's unexpected arrival in the very midst of it. Then he disappeared in a sea of curves and legs, the giggles raising a tone in their intensity."Get off me you whores, I have no interest - our enemies are upon us!" Screamed Dashwood.Unfortunately for Dashwood, Thomas had arrived on the landing. He was just in time to hear the agonised outburst. He headed directly toward the third bedroom on the left of him. What he saw there. Thank you for stretching me.."He kissed me again, and this time helped me to sit up.Later, next morning when I woke in his arms, we would talk about our first night as master and slave and I would be surprised to find out the man who loved me had actually spent almost three hours down there working on me until I had managed to take not one, but both of his hands all the way up to the knuckle. And I would be bruised and a little pained for a couple of days, but the gain I found from this later. A talent, you said, to make my tongue swirl and float so you couldn’t tell where the next sensation would come from. At one time I had the idea you liked more: my wildness, the way we fucked, unreservedly, with me on my knees, back arched, beckoning. I thought I read something loving in your expression. But you never said, so maybe those things were fancies of mine. Instead, you told me my lower lip stuck out. Not a complaint, just an observation. Also: did I need to hold my cutlery like a.