The oil is soft and warm, smooth to your skin and the scent is slightly intoxicating to your senses. You sigh, contentedly.I move to your hands caress...ng the fingers and massaging the palms, before trailing my hands slowly up to your arms. The only sound is our breathing and the soft music. I reach out and turn the music off and place your arms above your head touching the headboard. Taking more oil I rub it gently into your back and along your sides. Your breasts are squashed against the bad. I could hardly breathe, there was that much pleasure coursing through my veins, and I had been dying to get to this moment all night long. Damn the clothes I was still half-wearing, damn the door we I wasn't even sure he'd closed, damn the prelude and the dainty little butterfly kisses. His lips were working against my core, nipping, pulling and sucking. His tongue was lapping against the most sensitive spots, mercilessly looking to drive me out of my mind and it felt oh so good. One of his. They looked so bad he wanted to keep them for personal transportation for his boys but Desmond knew they were far too "Hot" for local trips to the pussy bar. In return, he got a shit-pile of pills from the bike gang that he converted to easy cash with some white-collar types from Hollywood.Now, he was headed into their territory and he hoped he might be able to recruit a half-dozen or so for outrider duties with his escape-motivated expedition.There was no sign to proclaim the name of the town. Kate had hardly spoken since we had leftthe flat but now she began a hushed conversation about her trip north.The doors closed. I reached up and grabbed a grab handle, my other handclutching the strap of my shoulder bag. The train began its rocky rideinto the dark tunnel. People gently swayed beside me in the packedcarriage. We changed at Victoria onto the Victoria line to OxfordCircus, emerging into a bustling Oxford Street, by now my nerves hadsteadied but I was still gasping for a coffee, I.