If this were one of those romances she used to read, she would make a delicious supper, with excellent wine, and when Jack achieved the right grade of...mellow, she would speak — but she knew the words would come out wrong, she would choke on them and upset Jack, and that wasn’t her plan. The brown envelope trick had to work.Jill is a successful finance executive. She is also drop-dead gorgeous — a senseless term. The dead are seldom attractive, and those who admire beautiful women rarely expire. The embrace was broken. Clothes straightened. The space between them quickly expanded. The doors opened. No one there. She started to exit. An arm quickly blocked her path; reaching across to the number pad. "What floor is your room on?" he asked. "What? I mean, Why? What?" she stammered. "What number?" "Nine" she responded. "But," she started. He pressed "9" and the doors closed. "But. But." she stammered. "I'll leave if you tell me to; but you have to tell me. And you. “please rub it”“why? Do you want to get hard again?”And then without any warning, she put her hand inside my underwear and moved the skin of my penis to and fro. My heart was beating out of my lungs. My legs cramped and so did hers and our legs entangled each other as I put a finger inside her vagina without warning. She stroked faster. And faster. And faster. The time had come and so have I.I came all over her hand inside my underwear. I fasten my movement and pinched her clit. And she came. "I do not believe you need to be clothed, sister," she says."Oh. Okay," the woman responds shyly."Milo." Yes Nick," the young poet responds"Recite some poetry." But I neither understand them, nor will they understand me." They will hear the beauty of your words." Nick and Salomé have been teaching his entourage the language of the Celts. One of the slave women also knows both languages, in fact the one whom he plans to offer to the Druid. It would have been nice for Milo if she had come along,.