“Yyyes I did, you sonofabitch.” Grace hated being out of control, and wasn’t happy about the way he’d seemingly seduced her without any effor... whatsoever.But then again, she was truly satisfied sexually for the first time in years. She could thank Tim for that, at least. But she didn’t want him to know how completely she had surrendered to him.Tim seemed to read her mind. “You can cut the ball-buster crap. I could tell you were on another world when we were fucking. So don’t sit there. I would also be okay if we never acted in that manner again, though part of me was disappointed. “Do you want to?” He asked me, raising his eye brow and looking me in the eye. “Do I want to what?” I asked him back. “Do it again.” he stated matter of fact “Do you?” I inquired. I looked up at him and gave him a small smile. I did want to do it again. I wanted to see him touch himself. I wanted to kiss him again and feel his body pressed up against my own. I wanted to hear the sound in his. You might have a better chance in South America. Where will you be?"Chester laughed, "The backside of nowhere. We'd have a choice between snakes and wild pigs for concubines. No thank you!" Yes, that would be a problem," Wentworth sympathized. "It's a real shame that the thousand pod Othello is being diverted to California. It'll take weeks for them to recruit a full load there."Chester was thinking hard enough for Wentworth to smell the smoke from the wooden gears turning in his head. "So, you. Then she went to her bag and took out a battery mini fan, which she uses while doing her makeup.She placed the fan near my head so that I can feel a little better, and my sleep will not interrupt. As it was too hot, and she knows that I will not sleep if it is hot when the power went off. I thought she will doubt me if I continue to sleep, so I decided to act like I just woke up.I just moved a little bit and woke up. She covered her body with her blanket. I opened my eyes and looked at the fan,.