At last, they were going to get the chance to do what they had longed for ever since accepting this gig – getting their hands on Darya’s luscious ...ody. The singer was aged 24, a white woman with skin the colour of a soft pink pearl and a perfect complexion. She had a heart-shaped face with slightly pouty lips, wide and deep dark eyes, and a mane of chestnut hair, artfully tousled and highlighted. Her body was one to sell your soul for (and, just sometimes in her darker hours, Darya wondered. I looked over at the clock, noting that it said one minute past eight. As I lay there, every once in a while I would press my hips against the bed or clench my buttocks together. I resisted the temptation to reach back and touch the thermometer or to roll over and put my hand between my legs (like I have done so many times in my own bed).Another glance at the clock and I noted that it said six minutes past eight. I was feeling really good. Where was Stacy? I couldn’t hold off any longer. I. He hoped this part-time prostitute would kiss him. He desperately wanted to kiss her while his hands roamed her young body. She lay down on him, her hard nipples and small firm breasts resting on his chest. She looked into his eyes, touched his face with her soft hand.“Would you like to kiss me, Dillon?” He nodded, taking her finger into his mouth and nibbling on it.“I will let you kiss me, handsome American,” She said. “Tonight, you may kiss me.”Dillon pulled her face down to his and found her. By this time, the tub was getting full enough that I could get in it, which I did, placing the glass where I could reach it easily. I soaked for a while, then woke with a start. I quickly washed my face and hair, then did a quick scrub of the rest, drank my milk, got out, dried off, and went into the bedroom.I set the alarm for 2 hours’ sleep, fell into bed, still naked, and vanished into dreamland.**The alarm had been going off for some time when I finally awoke, somewhat groggy, clicked it.