Suddenly I was being lifted out of the bed and carried to the bathroom. I wrapped my arms around Bradley's’ neck and begged, “Don’t drop me!” ...“Never Honey, not ever,” he said while lowering me into the warm tub. The large tub was full of bubbles and I could finally see my sweetheart naked. Somewhere he had found candles and the light from them gave his body a warm glow. God this man WAS perfect, his body was beautiful in every way. I could see now why my ass was sore, his cock had to be eight. No matter what.By the time she was eighteen, Charlotte was working for Madam Fifi who ran a high-end escort service in Manhattan. Fifi catered to the wealthy, many from Wall Street, who could afford the exorbitant rates she charged.Madam Fifi’s girls were all beautiful and sexy, but Charlotte stood out and was in high demand. Vying for her attention was the young Alfred Hugh Whitney. He was so enamored by Charlotte’s beauty, that he ceased to use common sense, where she was concerned. After an. They were fast these females, and they were light footed as well.Laurie and Iris entered the western forest cautiously.They had no reason to be afraid, but they were here to hunt the deer, and so stealth and caution; as well as speed, were the games to be played tonight.They knew that the males were not too far behind, but Laurie had the bit between her teeth as she wanted to consolidate her triumph from the night before.They moved silently through the undergrowth, shuffling along almost on. It was important, but she couldn’t quite recall what.Her heart thumped against her chest. Thoughts that were not words danced through her mind as the two lovers hugged in a sweet embrace under the shower’s running water.Earlier that day, Violet had been browsing Lush for inspiration. The urgent need to write something satisfactory nagged at her. She neglected her work, her studies, everything but finding the perfect concoction of lust, passion, and plot devices.“Alice, can you put on those.