The man in front of me wasn’t tall, he wasn’t muscled but he had a distinctly mean look. This was a man who was used to fighting, used to winning ...nd used to having no regard for anyone.He calmly looked into my eyes for an eternity before he started to speak. I watched him attentively, nodded at the appropriate times and tried to smile despite my battered lips. One problem was that I had not the slightest idea what the fuck he was saying. The other problem was that the things he said to me. All thoughts were on the man in front of me. Sexy, hot, hard.He could taste the spicy wine in my mouth as we kissed. His warm hands caressed the silk of my nightgown. He pulled me close to his warm, half-naked body. I could the feel heat of his body. I felt the blood rushing through my body as we pressed closer to each other. We kissed, long deep, tongue sweeping kisses as he maneuvered me backward to the king-size bed. "I want you," he said to me as he kissed down to my neck. "I want you. Roger covered what he had learned about Eleanor's comfort and enjoyment when they were intimate. "You have to talk to me, Ellie. You have to tell what you enjoy and what you don't. I only want to make you happy and satisfied. If you feel I'm not giving you what you need, you have to tell me that. Don't be afraid to tell the truth, dear," he concluded.Eleanor leaned toward him and put her head on his lap. He bent to kiss her gently and she placed her hand on the back of his neck to hold him in. “I suppose,” I said. “I think that it would be fun to see some of the things you do on a daily basis.”Peter continued to wash himself. He worked the soap into a thick lather and began rubbing it all over his body. As the water ran and rinsed the suds off his body, my dick began to harden. He started to wash his cock. He squirted a big glob of soap into his hand and began to stroke his cock to ensure that it was all clean. My own dick was close to a full on hard on now, as watching Peter North.