"Then I intentionally tipped over my beer bottle, letting the liquid form a puddle in the middle of the table."OH SHIT!" the other two guys jumped up ...nd started frantically trying to clean up the mess. We had some napkins, but they didn't help much.For my part, I calmly walked to the hall and down to what I judged was the bedroom door Karen was hiding behind.I knocked, and called, "Karen, we've got a problem! Can you help?"I heard her walk to the door, fiddle with the lock, and then look. Sky was busy building a fire to heat the water as Mr. Richards was busy readying his steamer and his other tools. He filled the steamer half full of water and placed it on the stove, then he opened a flat wooden box with many shapes and sizes of knives with razor sharp blades.Mr. Richards lay the large piece of beaver fur on one of the trading tables, then lay out the selections of trimming tools to one side.As he worked he whistled a little short tune over and over.The steaming pot was. His cock felt so hard rubbing against my ass.He said the feeling of my pantyhose ass was gonna make him cum.I then grinded my pantyhosed ass into him a little harder and I felt it throb, I jumped off him and took his cock into my mouth all the way down to his balls as he unloaded a huge amount of cum down my throat.I known him my whole life and feltsafe swallowing his cum. I kept sucking as he kept cumming and some of it dripped out of my mouth. He scooped it up and then pulled out my rock. What he sought in a companion was a bedfellow motivated primarily by lust and risk. He was convinced that Zoe was such a woman.Naturally, Alcaeon was pleased when he returned to the baths and found the courtesan in the heated pool. While most Malacanian women bathed at home and in private for reasons of custom, the hetairai were encouraged to mingle freely with men in the public bathhouses. Zoe wasn't the only woman present there. Between courtesans and regular prostitutes, not to mention slave.