All refreshed after a good night's sleep?" he asked.Steve was carrying a small tote bag, which he dumped on the floor before pitching himself down on ...he bunk. I tried to hunch myself further against the wall trying to stay as far away from him as possible."Oh what's the matter honey; you bashful? You don't look too bashful in this picture do you?" he teased and pulled out his highly illegal mobile phone and showed me that his screensaver was a picture of me dressed as a woman wearing full. Out around his torso. "I like the feel of your muscular chest, darling," she said. "It makes me feel like a real woman when I touch your manly titties, when I rub my fingers through the hair on your body." But then she turned around. "Look at that little hole of mine," she said, bending over so that he could see her full butt. "Look in there and- see if you find anything you want."Charley smiled. "I already know there's a treasure in there." He pulled her buns apart with his hands and slid one. The conversation resumes as the coupleretires to the bathroom to freshen up. By the time they return to the party, the room is burstingwith that ‘spark of energy’ necessary to make it a success. -=*=- The scene just described was real. But the couple’s act wasnot as spontaneous as it appeared. I took place at a party Iattended in New York. The couple had been hired to put on theexhibition and only they and the host — and. " Are you going to tell me how you feel?" Honestly, Sarah, no. I'm not. Not until I know what's going on."I expected that, despite what Steven had said about doing things his way, we would be heading to his bedroom.I was wrong.Steven continued to perch on the edge of the couch by my knees, and we talked. After a while, he moved so my legs were in his lap, one of his arms around my shoulder, me facing him while he faced forward. His hand roamed over my back, up to stroke my hair, and down to rub.