Dev produced a bottle of wine that he knew was one of Lord Benaldin's favorites, and gave it to him along with a crystal glass."I will return after se...ing to your driver, horse, and carriage, my lord," Dev said and left to get his cloak.Dev went outside and directed Lord Benaldin's driver to take the horse and carriage around back to the carriage house.He returned to his house and stopped in the kitchen to ask Erica if there was enough for a guest."Of course Sir Devlin. I always make enough. That night, I went to her bed and pulled her bottoms off. Then I laid down at right angles to her body, and placed her legs over mine. She was on her back and I on my side. We formed an ‘X’ at our sex. I started rubbing my cock up and down her slit, and about the second stroke it was plenty wet, probably from both of us. I kept rubbing up and down, going in a little further each time, and a little higher to the top of her slit. Whenever I touched the top of her slit she would jerk her hips. We got a two bedroom motel room, fire place in one side, just bedroom in the other. It was separated by the bathroom and just a flimsy sliding door, not much privacy between rooms, but it worked. The whole two hour ride over, we both knew we were mainly just going to fuck. I actually thought about pulling over and fucking her a couple of times, but I held out. So we went out to a nice dinner, blah, blah, blah, then back to the hotel. I don't remember much of the details about that night, other. Does still love me.’ ‘Doesn’t he?’ ‘This anxiety is quite normal,’ she told herself. ‘Normal. Hah!’ she said aloud, and then was quiet, hoping she hadn’t been heard upstairs. ‘As if they’ll be listening out for me!’ ‘Right,’ she said aloud, more quietly, ‘I can deal with this. Like I said, music, wine, book!’ She went to Stan’s CD collection and browsed for a minute or two, then realized she was humming a tune. ‘Romeo and Juliet, huh! Okay, let’s find the Dire Straits…’ she said to herself. It.