”“I’ll be at the bar. If you want save me a seat at dinner.” As Dave left her to attend to the bar, he watched her upper body shimmy in a sexy...but natural way. He felt that surge below his belt again.Dave had his back to the bar for a minute as he opened some more bottles of wine. When he turned back Barbara was there smiling at him. The pretty anthropologist said, “I must apologize again. I misread you and everything about the Circle. My superficial observations and suppositions really missed. She is, after all, still a slave to her master. The Goji leader begins walking down the steps of the dais. Natalya dares not lift her eyes from the floor. She knows those eyes of his hold immense anger.When he reaches the bottom, Maltaus holds his hand spread open over Natalya’s head. He could easily take the life from her and how he would love to. But, she serves a purpose and she is too great an asset to waste. Instead, he lovers his hand and walks past her. “Rise.” She stands, but remains. There he strolled amiably aboutchecking out, rather nonchalantly the clothing that was on display andseeing whether anything caught his fancy. He saw a nice a-line skirt,two-tone in black and blue that he knew would go well with a blouse hehad at home. So he placed the skirt into his basket and then went tocheck out the lingerie.Now he knew that for sheer erotic pleasure then the underwear that hehad bought from Ann Summers or Agent Provocateur were the best but forpure unadulterated sensual. He's a Cuban guy with slick, black hair on a balding head and beady, little, brown eyes. He wears a shag right under his nose and chapped, grizzled lips under that. His dress shirt is purple with a golden chain hung in front of it. The blazer is a ligh brown color that matches his work slacks and compliments his good, black shoes. He appears a tad pudgy, and every flake of skin is beaten and wrinkled.Nevertheless, ferocious life is spewing forth onto the new compact cell phone right now. Only.