“Does that feel okay?” he asks. And it does. It feels better knowing that the decision is no longer mine. I feel hot and exposed. I feel the wetne...s trickle out of my cunt, down my ass and onto the sheet. He looks at me. With one hand, he places a thumb on my clit and begins to massage it slowly. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. Sliding a finger inside me, he says, “and so fucking tight.” All of a sudden, I hear the phone ring. Surprise registers on his face, and he reaches for his. If you would like a drink or a snack, I can have some brought in to you." Thank you Steve, would it be possible to get a beer?" No problem. The man who brought you in here, will bring it in. Shouldn't be more than a minute. When the show starts, just slide those curtains open and sit back and relax." Steve told him, and excused himself out of the room.Starting to relax, Jack sat on the love seat in front of the curtain. Within a minute, the doorman came in and gave Jack a Samuel Adams, then. Did she say it like that? Of course not. Delia beat around the bush (no pun! turns out she doesnt have a bush…) and I had no idea where she was going. My only thought (and hope!) was that Judy might get offended and defensive, and then after sending Delia home she would fuck me silly just to prove that she had it in her. Considering what my expectations had been for the remainder of the evening, even that was a very, very welcome thought. But Delia got a little more to the point and said that. There really wasn’t any point in talking to James when he got like this. Just the fact that his partner had gotten up three hours before sunrise to be loaded into a helicopter without screaming the entire time was more than Damian could have asked. It was only now that they’d finished a ten mile trek through snow and rough terrain that he was beginning to get testy. ‘Fine we can take our time.’ Damian said slowly wading around the black rock. James reached out lightly brushing his fingers over.