She looked at me with those magnificent hazel eyes that bore into my soul. She said in a somewhat playful voice, “I can’t let my elevator partner ...eave. I’ll get us a drink. Come on.” I grabbed her hand on a whim and told her how wasted I was, and I had a meeting the next morning. I have fuzzy memories of what we talked about next and next. But somehow, someway, I was standing with her, holding hands. An Uber pulled up at 2 am, and we got in the backseat. I was tired as shit, so I leaned back. My nose is flattened against his ass and a smell of Master’s aroma feels it … and my mind is reeling with the cognizance of it all…. and it makes me moan ,,, and desirous. Still moaning, I extend my tongue … make it hard enough to push it inside Master’s orifice. It is so smooth and a little slimy inside … and it inflates all my senses, I loose myself in him and to him. While I continue to lick his ass with my tongue, I also suck and lick around his little hole with my lips … I move my mouth up. Antonio was shocked. What was she doing? Even if nothing was going on that looked bad and just being in the room alone with him could jeopardize her entire career.“Looks like I won the bet,” Charles gloated as he switched on the lights.“There has to be an explanation. Was that Devin Gilman?”“Yep, she’s screwing Devin Gilman,” he said opening the door. “Watch, I’ll show you,” he added stepping into the hallway and going to her door to look into the small, rectangle vertical window. The lights. I found myself in an English Crown colony without any real occupation. In this state, a young man engaged me in conversation one evening. It was known among the men that I had been a tradesman in England. None knew I was a Lord as I did not want that known, there being at this time some tension between the colonists and the Crown. This young man, George Smith, had a burning passion to establish a trading company in Boston but lacked the necessary means to start. He proposed a partnership, him.