Damn that priest! If he had not been there, maybe she could have been on time for the old man. Deirdre got up and brushed her skirts. She had calmed ...own now and for a moment she considered descending all the way to visit the village. Just in time however, she remembered the troops she had seen the night before. If they were still searching for Rory, she had better stay out of sight. Shit, that meant she would not be able to have a word with the merchant either. Leaving a return message was no. "I'll say it was close," she laughed. "If he'd have looked up, he'd have been staring straight into my pussy."I've never been one to spoil a party, so being a gentleman, I took both the little darlings back to bed again and only just got them up in time for school the following morning.That was six weeks ago and the poor bastard's been in custody ever since. It's always been a big thing at our gigs, that we recruit our dancers from the audience before the shows. We let our roadies pick a few. “Touch me,” Rachel murmured against his lips. Gabriel finally withdrew his hands from behind his head and reached for her waist, aiding her powerful charging. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are on top of me.” “Is it better than how you fantasized?” “Much.” Rachel bounced on him while he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs. “Did you want to kiss me at the opera?” “Yes.” “Did you want to fuck me?” Gabriel groaned, “… Yes.” He struggled to speak as she sped up. As I drive, I find myself going in the direction that isn't my house, and eventually end up at Chanel's condo. The lights are on in her house, and I turn off my car. I should tell her. I need to tell her, don't I? Would I want to know if I were her? That's debatable. The more anxious I get, the more I just want to see her. Fuck. I step out and lock my car, then walk to her front door, making sure I remembered to zip myself up. Chanel opens when I knock, and she looks entirely too beautiful,.