As she took her new place behind me, I told her, "I must spend a few minutes among the clans, accepting their congratulations and greeting friends. Wh...n I have finished, we will collect your identity papers, and return home, where I will complete the Ritual of Attachment with you."I was being downright mean with that last, as I knew damned well that Larwint had no such papers. I hadn't tried to determine if she'd come in under a different name, or been smuggled in as furniture or some such, but. We did have sex three or four times a week, most of the time it started with a blow job and finished by fucking until we were both exhausted. Weekends were special. If we had went somewhere and Stacy had gotten all worked up, it usually meant a longer weekend in bed together, which was fine with me.I never had a problem with Stacy's flirting because she never did anything to cause me to wonder what was going on. Never disappearing for any length of time or spending a lot of time with any one. .. A magazine lay on the floor. I picked it up, and glanced at it's cover as I closed it. Home and Garden. A stunning house on the front, with views overlooking Auckland Harbour. How the other half live eh? I put the magazine away on it's rack and straightened up the other four.Taking the polish and duster from my basket, I began dusting the beautiful mahogony furniture. I loved the dark, rich coloured wood. The deep tones warmed the room. Two wine glasses stood on the china cabinet. They. Without waiting any further, he shut and locked the door behind us and pinned me up against the rounded bar table in one corner of the living room. His hands were all over me and I loved feeling them on my skin. His lips brushed against my jaw and left a trail of kisses right down to my collar bone. His hands slipped under my tank top and he started lifting it over my head slowly. My hands trailed down his chest and soon, his hard cock was in my hand again. You never told me you were seven.