Very disturbing dreams and they seem very real. And Robert’s in them sometimes. He’s angry about something, I don’t know what… but sometimes w...en we’re having sex he’ll just stop and look upset. I don’t know why. I want to know what these dreams mean Jonathon….’ The anger was starting to rise in her, even more than the lust, and she looked him square in the face now. ‘Did you drug me and rape me on the trip?’ she demanded to know. Jonathon stared at her… what an odd ethics question. What was. He paused."Continue please"Adam blushed as he realized that his trousers would now have to go. he blushed yet again when he realized that his cock was stirring at the thought of being in his underwear in front of this stranger."Please I do not like to be kept waiting."Adam undid the zip, the button, and then let them fall. Remembering her bent and picked up the trousers and folded them and place them on his bed. As he turned his back to Mr. Hoy he was sure he heard him gasp. He turned to face. There was a table set to one side, he next lay on it still wet, she shaved him with the utmost care using an open razor, holding the prick up by the foreskin and scr****g slowly from root to tip. Caressing the smooth skin as she crooned a quiet melody he lay passive if a little trembling, knowing the next time a blade touched the skin it would be much, much more painful.Falteringly he said in a near whisper, “I am doing this because of my love for you Kay, you do understand that, don’t you?”. That was when she inched her face closer to mine. I could feel my heart skip a beat and start again, beating faster. When her lips touched mine, I swear I felt a spark, a tiny jolt of electricity. She must have felt it too because she pulled back. She giggled, nervously. ‘Sorry,’ she said, softly. I shook at my head. ‘No. It’s okay.’ I don’t know what got into me, but I cupped her face in-between my hands and brought my lips back to hers. There was no spark this time, but the feeling I had.