The TV block everything from his view. I felt Mike shift his body around. When he did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. I kinda wished he would...try something.“How you doing back there,” I asked him.“I’m Ok, , how are you feeling?”“I like what I’m feeling,” I answered him. “Are your arms getting tired where you have them?”“Yea, it’s a little uncomfortable,”“Here try this to see if it feels better,” I said as I took a hold of both of his hands and placed them on my bare thighs. “Is that. . - So I thought we could see if she could consent... - I’ll stop you right away, she will never consent!- Well not really consenting, rather obliged, at least at the beginning, but active!- How do you plan to get there?- By blackmailing her of course!And he explained his plan to me: he intended to send her photos from the films we had just seen and use them to blackmail her. As I replied that she would not work because she did not remember anything, he told me not to worry, that a woman is. Cool I replied as I finished dinner and headed upstairs. Kicking back on the bed half asleep and deep into a novel I heard the doorbell ring, some chatting a wine cork and the back door slider. At some point I must have dozed off and awoke startled with Celeste in a black see thru silky nightie rubbing me thru my sweats and kissing my neck. My cock begin to stir as I move my lips towards hers. Ummm your nice and hard already Celeste whispered as she broke my kiss and moved her body over my. He had been pleased later to find that he had inadvertently returned the compliment. They had been on an island holiday and a young blonde woman who had taken a shine to Ambrose had suggested he go to her room after dinner. (Em believed Ambrose’s seduction technique was fail-safe. He engaged women in serious conversation.) When Ambrose got to the young woman’s room (he had told Em he would go to beach bar for a while) the young woman was naked and lying on her tummy across the bed, her legs.