We didn’t utter a word, for we both knew our passion could not be contained. I paid the check and she followed me back to my apartment. On the drive... I thought about her and the feel on her lips against mine. I thought about the way she looked at me and the way she made me feel. I thought about the touch of her hand on my thigh and I knew I wanted more. We pulled into the driveway and she parked beside me. I waited for her to get out of the car and as I did, I noticed her nice tight ass. I. . how did you get invited?” You hope that doesn’t seem like too cruel a question, but it doesn't quite make sense that she's getting this opportunity at this point.“I guess some producer saw my commercial and really wants me to come.” She shrugs. “I’ll need a dress.”Still feeling a bit suspicious, the next day at work you ask your friend Mac about it. “Ever hear of the Marion something Gala?”He laughs. Hard. “Who’s fooling ya, dude?” You don’t know what he means by this and your confused face. Soon, she was asleep.Derby himself slept for a while. When he awoke, he found that Melissa had rolled on her side away from him, and that he had moved in to spoon against her. His semi-erect cock was nestled between her thighs.His fingers began to fondle her breasts again. She sighed in her sleep and pushed back tighter against him. He let his hand move from her breasts to her thigh. Derby felt her stirring. He rolled her onto her back, and began to tease her sex with his fingertips.When. The long French windows of the apartment let the light flood in. The blueness of the crisp clear sky gave freshness to the day. For Kinghorn this was business. His stiff middle classiness, made it hard for him to relax. He liked the Duchess, they got on very well sexually. They rarely talked. Twice in fact had they talked properly. The one time on the plane between Carcassonne and London, when the co-pilot hadn’t arrived, he wasn’t essential for the short trip, she asked if she could sit by.