"This is your secret flower... yes, also men have the capacity for pleasure there ('So, what else is new?' I thought). Possibly we will have occasion ...o explore this matter further."She turned around, and in one abrupt flowing movement bent forward and lowered her chest to the bed, surrendering herself to me. I suddenly knew exactly what she expected.Hands, my own trembling hands found the large round globes of her ass, caressed, caressed them hypnotically. She pushed her behind back against. I’ve never--”Nut calmed Emmy by gripping her ear. It took a little tug. As soon as it hurt a little, she calmed down. Maura squatted down and met Emmy’s eyes. “God, you’re pretty.”Emmy squawked. Maura had slapped Emmy’s cheek twice. On the second blow, Nut speared into the brunette. Emmy’s eyes rolled up and her jaw hung low.“Sounds like they’re stopping.” Krysten pointed up.“You still got Nut all over your tits. I’ll go help him take longer.” Maura turned to leave.“Oh my God!” Emmy was. I like to share!You are away for a girls spa break weekend, I said goodbye to you on Friday and am not expecting you back til Sunday evening. On Saturday while at work I get a message from your bull asking if I would like to see a show tonight? I assume he doesn't want me to go the theatre with him! so I get that familiar rush of blood. I was planning a night out anyway as everything is taken care of at home so i reply "yes". He gives me the address of a Knightsbridge hotel and tells me to go. .food is always important in any story….infact I would rather read some menus than half the novels out there these days so get over it and move on…..She had taken his order. A quick good morning and a “How ya doing today stranger,” in a voice that was right out of a musical on broadway and our protagonist had replied like Sean Connery playing James Bond, all cool and collected, that’s if James Bond ever found himself ordering a “Big Jacobs big breakfast.”“Ahhhh……ummmmm…..ehhhh….yeah am.