After we got home, had dinner and got my son to bed We began to talk a bit and then kiss, and get romantic in my bedroom. I was excited, as she was pr...ttier than her picture had shown, and it had been a long time since I had a woman in my arms. Our clothes seemed to melt off and we found ourselves entangled on the bed, skin to skin, kissing and caressing one another fervently. Our mouths greedily seeking one another as our hands began to explore our bodies, making her nipples as hard as. “No, I’m not!” Came a younger voice protesting his disagreement against the last remark. “Or a poof!” There was an embarrassed silence and a door being slammed as someone left the balcony below clearly in a huff.I smiled and Robyn giggled softly at their conversation but I could see in her dazzling green eyes that her mind was racing. Now, was it her eyes, I pondered, or the fact that her nipples were out on stalks?! Mmmmmmmmm!!!! The young men quietened down after a while and went their. There was so much passion in the kiss, she felt weak in the knees. ‘Wow,’ she said breathing hard. He stared at her. He decided to throw caution to the wind as he scooped her in his arms. It astonishes her how strong he is. ‘I want you. Now,’ he said before covering his mouth with hers. He carried her and walks towards the hall that leads to the back of her home, but stops. ‘Something’s wrong?’ she asked. He looked down at her and smiled. ‘Thinking of where we should-‘ ‘My sofa,’ she interrupts. "Is the law in Sicily. Is not government makes this law, is law of people," she replied."My task is to train you to be a good quarry. The best I have trained are in England in freedom now." What is hunt?" The hunt? The hunt chases the quarry, like a deer or a fox or a wolf. Here they chase a woman."She thought for some moments and then showed some interest in a proffered solution to her predicament for the first time since her kidnapping.In a much more reasonable tone of voice she asked, "I can.