I felt as if our bodies were in a boat rolling on soft waves that had a strong fullness behind them. Robert’s cock also had fullness inside of it. ... couldn’t help but to be enamored with the way he guided my hand to touch and stroke it. Once I had the soft, slow rhythm down on my own, he reached between my legs. His exploratory gestures were delicate and appreciative like the way someone would stare at a piece of art to study and admire it. There was no rush to turn up the volume and play each. This might be a better deal than she had initially thought. “What's your name, white boy.” She said, voice low and husky, smirking as she watched him jump in surprise at his realisation that he wasn't, in fact, alone. The sight of him, gorgeous and pale, so easily domesticated and in his underwear, no less, caused her member to swell in her robes, it was, to her, the hottest thing she had seen in a good long while, and given that she had seen him with his lips wrapped around her pole just the. She glanced up for a moment before returning to her work. He left her to it and went for a walk.When he got back, she was standing in the hall, hands on her hips and face flushed. She didn't wait until he had shut the door. "I did not give you permission to leave!" She paused as the computer translated the next sentence for her. "You will take me to one of your cities now! I wish to find out all I can." She jabbed a finger at his chest emphasizing each word.Tristan gasped at her arrogance.. ” I deserved an Oscar for that, not letting on that I knew what was actually going on. Carla took my hand.“Not exactly.” She said, pointedly not introducing herself.“Well, I’ll let you two girls get back to, well, to that.” I picked up the bottle and the glasses and went back upstairs. This time I closed the bedroom door and could hear voices, but not what was said. I poured myself another glass of wine and took a massive slug of it. I kept expecting to hear raised voices and Becky reassuring.