. I have a, a confession, Mistress.”She raised an eyebrow.“A confession? Already?” she said with a smile. “This should be interesting. Please ...ontinue.”“This trip isn’t entirely a vacation. I have a job interview with Balzac, Inc. If I get the job I’ll be moving to the area.”Susanna was silent, and she didn’t look happy. I was beginning to think that I might have made a huge mistake.“Adam, I think you should go to your room.”“Mi...”“Now! Adam.”Shit, I’d really stepped in it. First, I. He took no time at all to position himself behind me, and as if realizing my apprehension and tightness, positioned the tip of his cock gently against the entrance to my hot cunt. He eased in slowly, ever so delicately, and once I was wet enough and relaxed, I pushed my ass back against him, urging for him to be buried up to the hilt of his cock. Once he was fully in, I started getting used to the sensation, and began rocking back and forth. My pussy lips were getting tickled at the same time. Not normal. You make me feel like king. I go now.’ She stretched out her arm and held his shoulder as he moved his hand towards the handle. ‘Tell me about yourself,’ she told him, stroking his hairless head. ‘I nobody,’ he answered. ‘I French, no work, nobody. I freak, but no more. No more work.’ ‘Would you like to work for me, Mathieu?,’ she asked. ‘Know nothing. Me freak,’ he replied but she pulled his head towards her and kissed his forehead. ‘You shall be my escort from now on,’ she told. He said he’d make it fast, but Justin told him to take his time. Justin and I were lying in our own beds, about 3 feet apart. I was on my side, looking at him, and he was on his back, head tilted toward me. As the shower water started, Justin said, “You look uncomfortable. Move over here.” He tapped a spot on the bed, right next to him. He sat up, back against the wall, and legs stretched across to my bed. I moved over and sat the same way, right next to him, an inch apart, but not touching..