" I responded."I talked to a locksmith the agency has used before. He wanted to know the brand name of the wall safe." Hang on. I'll go check." I told...her then after setting down the phone I went into the study, opened the panel and read the name and wrote down the model number of the safe.When I got back to the phone Vicky was chatting with Dana as if they were long lost friends."Here he is. Talk to you later Dana. Bye." Vicky said into the phone then she held it out to me."What did you say to. She mounted me and both of us moaned as our bodies met. Her hands roamed my chest while mine did the same to hers. I brought one hand around to her bottom and pushed a finger in her bottom and she gave out a happy, keening wail that she mostly smothered in my chest. I had found on the island that she enjoyed the extra penetration and that I enjoyed giving her that pleasure. Her body shivered and convulsed on me as we carried each other to a crashing orgasm.She whispered to me, "Brad, that was. Or maybe it wasn’t the actual space travels but, you know, just having to work? Or, more specifically, having to flog stuff?‘To flog’ means ‘to sell’, by the way – I have spent enough time living in the south of England to have picked up all the slang words that you may see on the pages that follow. I have lived in quite a few places, actually. Still, I have never felt like I belong somewhere 100%. And the saddest thing is, I don’t even have a proper native tongue. But hey, I guess that also. " She sat down in front of me and I raised up the back of her shirt as I had so many times before. She wasn't wearing a bra and I began to work my thumbs into the muscle of her back as my fingers gripped her sides. "Ummm, that feels so good," she moaned.It was always so difficult for me to tell if her responses were expressing some sensual delight or if my interpretation was off, but I was guessing at the former and my cock began to betray itself. I continued the massage, working my thumbs up.