The two of us left the room. I assumed my Jamaican friend had some reservations, because he did not join us. As he walked up to me with a look...of lust, he was slowly stripping his shirt off, dirty dancing. In the low lit room, his chest was like an ice sculpture in the sun. Drips of water trickling down his sturdy rippled stomach, to his opened pants, wetting the tip of his erect penis. Romantic music was playing quietly, as he brought himself crawling to me with begging eyes.. “Bit like the chain between your feet!”“Bitch!” Kate moaned.“Get some rest, sweetie,” Belinda replied as she stepped over Kate’s prone body and left the flat.-James jumped as he heard Belinda’s nineteen-year-old daughter walk into the courtyard. Shit, Sophie had said she was staying over with friends. He turned off the television, but it was too late, Sophie was already peering in through the small observation grille. “Hi James,” the girl grinned.“Sophie?” James replied nervously as he walked. Barbara started fucking me with two fingers; thrusting in and out so quick I could feel my heels skimming on the marble floor. I lowered my head and pushed my arms against the wall, bending a bit over for her…Then we heard the door swing as somebody entered the room.I wiggled my ass, pushing slightly against her fingers and I whispered:"Don't stop, please..."She kept moving her hand, as I heard the other woman entering the next stall. Barbara’s fingers were speeding up, pushing hard again. I. "They'd been ready for months; it was finally time to settle accounts, once and for all. Fixer's Quarters — Borgia Investigator ShipFixer had a real name, as did all of his people, but like the majority of them, it was secret, shared only with the closest of family, and with his mate. Fixer no longer had a family, and would never have a mate, so he'd almost forgotten his name. Instead, he was 'Fixer, ' the one who did the dirty work, who went in behind the scenes while others were the public.