The floor is a neutral blue color, with black walls surrounding the whole of the room. Though much of it has been graffiti'd on, showing renditions of...David Bowie, Pulp Fiction and other elements of pop culture.The stage is not a very big one, but it's big enough for a band or a dj-set. The stage is a platform of about half a meter higher than the dance floor. On the ceiling hang about two dozen stage lights, spread over the stage and dance floor. And in the middle hangs a large mirror ball,. ." I stop and then a smile slowly creeps across my face.Frank gives me a puzzled look, "Almost like what?"I grin, "Honey, I can't believe I didn't see this the first time. Stacy is purposely delaying us."Frank questions, "Why would she do that?"I grin, "Because she's buying time for Ben to escape. I bet we just missed Ben at Bob's Country Bunker."Frank returns my grin and offers, "Sam, I've got an idea..."He just gets ready to describe his plan when all hell breaks loose in the bushes where. But I’m ready for him to fuck me. I want to feel every inch of his solid form filling me up, claiming me. And he doesn’t argue. He lays me on my back on the bed, and I help him with his shirt. No more bashful looks or hesitancy from either of us. Ethan’s feeding off my energy like a starving man, and soon, all of our clothes have made it to the floor. I moan with pleasure as his lips touch my heated skin. He’s on top of me, kneeling between my thighs as he kisses and licks down my rib cage. . Just when Elizabeth thought she might explode with frustrated lust, he drove hard and deep within her, without warning. Her orgasm erupted, tossing her like a rag-doll. She bucked and thrashed under him, in the throes of immortal pleasure, climaxing over and over while he thrust steadily into her. His strokes were long and hard, setting a wanton rhythm until the chocolate man himself erupted in his climax. Elizabeth could feel his warm nectar filling her. It was a highly sensual feeling,.