"We stood, shook hands, and I left the room. James was there and led me up the sweeping spiral staircase to the second floor and to my room. The room ...as bigger than my apartment; the furniture majestic, especially the four-poster king sized bed. James then excused himself, saying that he had to attend to Mr. Taylor.After he closed the door, I stood in the center of the room, momentarily overwhelmed by its grandeur. 'What should I do?' I spotted my bag inside the walk in closet. 'Unpack.' The. NOTE: for some reason, she did not remove the white blouse. Very unusual to see a woman in thigh-high stockings and an open white blouse - and nothing else. Another first for me, and probably for Bonnie as well.By now, she was verbalizing and demonstrating what she had done in her "alone time." She looked at me and said, "You're doing great - exactly what I fantasized!" I was pleased. We continued on our joint venture, thrusting - massaging - stroking - slapping (her pussy lips, my balls). She. A few minutes later, Sasha knocked on my door; I opened it to find she too had changed – into a blouse and pleated skirt. She looked gorgeously sexy. I pointed to the bed and she sat and spread out her material. We curled up on the bed with our heads almost touching and began to work through our study material – Organic Chemistry. I really enjoyed studying with her; Sasha was very smart as well as cute. We worked quite hard on some kind of organic compound and I just began to have a mental. His fingers had worked insideher, curving to touch her in that way of His, the other hand pressing gently onher lower belly. She?d cum, the first time a man?s fingers had granted her thatrelease. Her heart soared with the memory of that fantasy. Had heseen the future? No. He was a storyteller, adept at spinning tales amusing,horrific, or passionate as required. In fact He made His living at it as anaccomplished writer. He?d even written a story about her after they?d parted;one that she was.