But I will admit that as I settled into bed that night I allowed a fleeting fantasy about spending three days and three nights, in a shared room, with...those legs; and that underwear. Now here is a moment to mention my position on lingerie. I have always liked nice underwear, from my early teens looking at glossy magazines. I had suspender belts and lacy briefs and G-strings long before there was any real possibility of anyone other than my mother seeing them. It wasn’t as if I was having saucy. This thong is in the way now, so off it must come!" He got to his feet and walked across the room to his bag. She could hear him rummaging through it and heard his satisfied grunt. "Ah, just what I needed," he said softly, "and a few things that you need too."She heard a funny metallic sound and then felt her thong come loose - cut with a knife! She stiffened - fear racing through her. She realized that she was alone with basically a stranger! She tried to pull at her restraints but it was. His lips immediately touched her neck, sending shudders down his body at the feel or her skin once again. Smooth as alabaster, she wore a tan like a second skin. She pulled back slightly, only to allow their lips a moment to find one another before joining in a melting embrace. His tongue pushed past the luscious barrier of her lips, finding hers roaming in anticipation as well. His hands slid from ass to hips, gliding over the thin layer of clothing she wore to cup her breasts, the unnecessary. I don't know how I seemed, but I was anything but calm. Still, this meeting had to happen. My earlier confrontation with Paul had been absolutely awful. He had been holding all the cards: We had been in his office, and I'd been blind-sided by his belatedly finding out about Maria and me.Awful!This time, at least he could shout at me without the whole team overhearing. And maybe the presence of Orlie -- and Maria -- would temper his anger to some degree."Maria?" I said.She was driving this.