..Chicken Piccata. Your turn now James, and just so you know, I would love to have you take me right here.”He groaned again, “I will just have the...same thing, keep it simple.” He grabbed his drink and drained it as my hand went a little higher on his thigh. “Are you always like this?” he asked.“No, I am not like this all the time. In fact, I have never done anything like this before,” I stated. He looked surprised, “Really? I would have thought. Never mind, that isn't really any of my. Twenty minutes later, soaked through and seriouslyconsidering the possibility that the address did notexist, we arrived at her door. A liveried Butler showedus to the drawing room of an Edwardian house. Herdirections had purposely made us leave the perfectlydry interior of my car some two miles away. The fuckingroad passed less than sixty feet from the main gate.Wouldn’t you know it, I thought, Frightened of thesodding neighbours.Paintings that looked old, stared at us from theirvantage. Our tongues were playing with each other, we were sucking each other’s lips like mad, things were going out of control when we realized were are on a dark road. We broke our kiss as any more passion and we would have got naked on road itself. Since she was staying alone we decided to go to her flat. She was still horny, as we sat on the bike she put her scarf on my pant in front. I got her intensions and knew it’s going to be a tough ride now. As we started she opened my zip and inserted her. Heavy and wavering. My muscles didn’t seem to respond the way I wanted anymore and I almost tumbled over.‘Lay her down now babe.’ A male voice said. I looked up and saw Nick, I’d almost forgotten he was there. He sat on a chair and looked at us.‘Nick!’ I said. ‘Nick, you’re Nick.’ I chuckled.Nick smiled at me. ‘Lie down sweety.’ He said in quite the dominant tone of voice. ‘I don’t want you to fall of the bed and hurt yourself on by hitting your head on the nightstand or whatever.’Irena’s hands.