I replied back, “it’s never too late. Be creative.” I expected another reply but didn’t get one until much later. Here’s the rest of the sit...ation as told by Erin:So as you know, Brian was working on my arm tattoo. He’s incredibly talented and gorgeous. Ladies line up to have him work on them and I was fortunate enough to be getting work from him again. The piece was growing to new levels and I simply didn’t have the funds to go much further. While Brian was taking a break and I was stretching. Why did you stay?’ ‘I wanted to protect my wife.’ The man tsked. ‘If you had fled, then she would most likely just have been expelled by the Americans when they learned that she was the wife of a British Captain. Now, you’ll probably both be accused of spying and she’ll likely hang beside you.’ ‘So you’re going to inform on us?’ ‘Of course! You’re traitors! I’ll be rewarded for my loyalty to the Americans. I might even be given some title or position such as mayor.’ Lawrence could feel his. It was completely unreal. What was even more unreal was the fact that she was falling head over heels in love with him. She felt like she’d known him for her entire life. She’d never known this kind of feeling for a man. She didn’t know what to do about it, but she knew that Hunter’s eyes radiated what she was feeling, and that meant everything was going to be okay. “What do you mean you’re not beautiful?” he asked her. “I’m not,” she replied, “I’m just me. Nothing special. In fact, I’m kind of. ” “Are you on the pill?” “No . . .” “Sucks for you, slut.” I growled, and took my cock out of her pussy. She sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God, thank you, Gary.” she said, simply relieved I hadn't cum in her. I leaned over to the soap dispenser, and squeezed some in my hand. She was still pinned up against the wall, and couldn't see me. I knew I had to finish fast, or my friends would wonder what had happened. I rubbed the hand soap onto my cock, and held onto her ass. “What . . . what are you.