The three of them lay on the bed, catching their breath. Ashton felt a wave of guilt, and knew that she needed to get back to Chris. She loved him so ...eeply. She didn’t really realize how much until just now. Her mind spun as she tried to figure out how to make a graceful escape. Suddenly, she heard a noise from the bathroom. A third man entered the room. It was Chris. He was walking in naked and stroking his erection. “Do you have enough pussy left for one more cock, you selfish nympho?” he. “Out, out,” he said, glancing with disdain at my robes. He wore fine robes of silk made of different colors. Gold rings adorned his pudgy fingers. “This is not for you.”“It’s not?” I asked and pulled out my purse. I jangled it.Behind him, a woman gasped. A mature, Naithan beauty in robes that clung to her lush frame. They were made of blue silk and clung to her figure. Green trimmed it. She licked her lips, necklaces of gold around her throat. She stared at me, desire kindling in her eyes.I. “No,” Béla corrected him. “Put it on my stomach.”As Jake started to put the plate with the pancake on her stomach, she corrected him again. “Just the pancake – not the plate. Put the hot pancake on my stomach.”“But it’ll mess up your, uh, top,” Jake protested, not wanting to do something that might upset her.“Yeah, it will, won’t it,” Béla replied with a wide grin.‘Oh! She had a food fetish!’ Jake realized. ‘She likes to be covered in messy, edible stuff. No wonder she didn’t want me to pee on. Mr. Dawes then trailed his hands up thesides of Williams body and brought them up to William's chest."And I wouldn't worry about the lingerie you're wearing under this blouse.The straps aren't making enough of an indentation in your shoulders toshow. And the blouse material is thick enough that you can't see whateverit is you've on under it. But, that shirt isn't doing enough to hidethese..." he finished as his hands came to rest on William's nipples.Even through the material of his shirt,.