“Holly,” said, “Come on, let’s go into your bedroom.” When I was walking into the bedroom, I heard James said to me, “You are one lucky m...ther fucker.” I was thinking to myself, 'Oh only if you knew how close you are.' I shut the door, turned around and “Holly” was standing there looking so fucking hot. I walked over to her, kissing her with a long, deep kiss. She said, “God I have missed you, could hardly wait to come back.” I dropped my towel and lay across the bed and told her, “I want. If you are very fortunate, Her Majesty may even honour you!”The lift doors slid open to the sound of harps and lyres as I stepped out into pre-Christian Egypt. The marble floor was covered with a carpet of white jasmine, while white orchids and lilies cascaded from the upper balconies. Judging by the condition of some of the more elderly Senators, the celebration was well advanced. Many were asleep or sated – some not even bothering to cover their lower bodies after Cleopatra’s attention. On a. Hewinces; the coffee is too hot, he returns his mug to theworktop.‘Alright?’ he asks, but he turns away before I answer.He removes his jacket and throws it haphazardly on thesofa and walks over to face me. He kisses me, a forcefulkiss that pushes me backwards. I reach out to him tosteady myself. Instantly he pushes my hand down to feelhis groin, he is hard. I like it that within moments of himseeing me he is aroused. I run my hand along the innerseam of his jeans, his kissing becoming deeper. " Have a seat?" I gestured to the passenger side of the car. She nodded and went to get in as he slid back into the driver's seat. " How was the rest of your shift?" " Okay. I suppose. I'd rather not talk about work." " What would you rather talk about?" She glanced shyly at me. " I don't know. You. How old are you?" " Forty-Nine. How old are you?" " Eighteen. Last week." " Do you have a boyfriend?" " No." Good." She laughed at that, I leaned across her and in one swift movement pressed my.