Tell me what's on your mind."I sat there panting for a moment, staring back at her, feeling on the verge of tears. Tears of frustration and arousal. T...ars of fear. What did she want from me? Why couldn't she just do what I wanted, what she knew I wanted? Why couldn't we repeat the events of last time without discussion?She looked sad as she turned towards the door. "I'll be downstairs Jen." She told me. "If you don't mind, I'll help myself to some more wine."She started to head for the. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her, he parted her lips with his tongue and tasted the rum on her breath. He dropped his hands down to his pants and began to unzip them while his lips held hers captive. With a flick of his wrist, his pants dropped down to the floor."What the... What are you doing?" she gasped when his mouth finally released hers."I'm taking what's mine!" he told her as his boxers soon joined his pants on the floor."There are at least fifty people right outside. "Miss Freeman!" laughed Touissant, "I'm convinced you think all us Haitians are just jungle gorillas!"The laugh was loud – too loud to be genuine.Thankfully Jennifer soon found herself alone in her hotel room. It was now early evening and Jennifer had had a tiring flight. She decided to turn in early.Her bed-time preparations were interrupted by a knock at the door. Cautiously she opened to see Nethercourt standing there."By the way Miss Hewitt, " he said, I forgot to mention that it might be. Janet was at the pinnacle of my degrees. She was fucking beautiful. I always was a sucker for a pretty face and she drew me to her like the proverbial moth. Her face wasn't all that sucked me in, though. She was thin and her frame was almost perfect, too. She had small breasts and thin hips and a skinny ass. I can remember how I looked at her when we met. I remember seeing how the line of her jaw met her gracefully thin neck. I was taken by how just her neck attracted me. I had never noticed a.