”“I’ll be fine,” I said. “My only fault is how the information was imparted. I wasn’t asked if I wanted to participate. I was told I had t... participate regardless of what I might want. It’s like the private beach thing Friday. That didn’t just pop up. That had been in the works for days if not weeks. She knew it would piss me off so she massaged the message and made it sound like the thought just came to her. I’m not going to be ‘managed.’ Not by Liz; not by Jill; not by anybody.”I saw them. Patting his thigh he said, come up here. Climbing on the bed he turned me around and laid me back against him. Opening the tube, he squeezed out some gel. Wrapping an arm around me he said, you're going to like this, and held my dick. Go ahead and look at the pictures, he said. Make kneaded my dick between his fingers till it stiffened, then moved his hand up and down. It felt better than the way I was doing it. As I looked at the naked women Mike moved his hand slow. I felt my heart beat. It was my seventeenth birthday and I had only had sex once six months before. He was twenty-one and I knew he wanted it to be special and that he worried I would think that was all he was after, but I wanted to show him that I knew what I wanted. I pulled him back to me and kissed him over and over as he relaxed again in my arms. His long hair cascaded around me and tickled my bare skin. Soon his hands were softly running over my flesh, giving me goose bumps and making my panties damp. He. He reached down for Sharon's hand. "Honey, you want to come upstairs with me?" Yes, of course, darling," Sharon answered immediately. She stood, frowning a little, and then helped her slightly weaving husband out of the library and up the marble stairs. She did not notice the pleased smiles on the faces of the others behind her, the quick nod which Lena Alvaro gave Rodney; she had not been informed of the administration of Wafto's potion to Neal Court in his Grand Marnier.In their room, Neal.