Chuck hated that word. I was no whore, he said. I was no slut. He said I was sexual and acted on it. I wanted to act. I was going to act. I was acting...I felt Gina’s hand on my butt and sensed her repositioning herself. She was totally naked, rubbing me, teasing me, watching me. I recalled the full meaning of her nakedness and wondered how far it would go because she was signaling the message she wanted in 100%.The lusty desire to reproduce took over and I was lost. Gina’s nipples were hardened. First, however, his suggestion was that I have a nice warm bath and a good soak to relax me. He ran it for me. As I went in to the bathroom he called up the stairs. “Why don’t you leave the door unlocked? I’ll come up and sit on the edge of the bath. We’ll chat. Although I was really nervous at this, I did agree, albeit hesitantly. He came up and he did sit on the edge of the bath. I was sitting in the water, arms wrapped around my knees, striving to hide myself. He said nothing about that. But. I admired her bottom, my eyes sweeping up from the heels along her long legs and around the peach of her arse cheeks. Even with her legs together, I could see the folds of her pussy glistening.“No, it is not open to discussion, we, yes we are going to stay in my room otherwise we will not be visiting.”I moved into the kitchen and approaching from behind I hand my hands across her arse sweeping down between her legs in an effort to rub her pussy. Jade straightened up and swung a hand behind her. Oh well, one thing at a time.I concentrated on finding and reconditioning several older cars. I found another Dusenberg, and this one I was going to keep for myself! It was in much better condition. It just needed a new generator, and a couple of other items. I 'time dived' to the past, not as far as the time of the great car, but to when there were still in the junkyards. That's what they were called back then, not the 'politically correct': automotive salvage yards. Shit, but I was getting.