With her still in his arms he said, “I have wanted to do that all day.”Smiling she said, “I can see where you aren’t the shy and retiring type...anymore.”“No I am not” and he picked her up and was carried her to the bedroom. She was giggling in his arms as he did this.This was the second time he had made love with Denise and it was better than the first time. He thought he could say that if only because they were more relaxed with each other and took their sweet time in making love. They did. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she whispered, her lower lip trembling, a precursor to the tears that would follow seconds later. James quickly closed the gap between the two of them and enveloped Rose in his arms. She cried silently against his chest but refused to wrap her arms around him. ‘It’s my fault,’ he said quietly, running his hand through her wet hair. ‘I know I should have come to get you, I know I should have spoken to you before this morning…’ He pushed on her shoulders to get a good look at. She gripped the arms of the chair as she poured out onto his lap and the floor under them. He bit into her neck as she orgasmed and then held her until she was able to stand again. When the dance was over, the girl asked if there was anything else she could do. He pulled her forward by the collar and kissed her. "Slut, thank our performer for her work." he told Chelsea. She kissed the service girl passionately on the lips, adding a 'tip' by cupping her breasts and kissing each nipple as well.. "Yes, definitely intimate. Get to hear each other make disgusting noises. Making funny faces. And showing me your private areas, like the drawer in your bathroom." Giggle. "And no pink toothbrush." No second toothbrush at all," I replied. "I've never had a woman spend the night here, and certainly not one who saw a need to leave her toothbrush." Which is why I was a bit surprised at her retort."That's MY toothbrush in there now. Make you nervous?" Should I be? I mean, I have this incredible.