.. "Martin! What is taking you so long? Dinner is on the table! Would you please hurry up?"Damn it! Martin Willoughby opened his eyes.Oh, well, he tho...ght. Maybe later.Getting up, he pulled up his pants, flushing the toilet for effect. He checked his image in the mirror, to make sure he didn't have a bulge in the front of his pants.He sighed as he noted he didn't and opened the bathroom door, heading down to dinner.Martha Willoughby was not an object to inspire lust. The daughter of a Baptist. I wouldn?t worry a bit.?Betty just prayed that the U.S. team was able to track them. Betty was by now Convinced that Rachel and Judith were part of the group responsible for the girls? disappearance. Up to now, the recruits had not been searched or examined for any contraband.Lucy, who had hostage training was quite concerned given the distance from potential rescue and the difficulty in obtaining permission to enter that nation?s sovereign territory. She knew that incursions had taken place. I turn on the shower, but it seems a shame to wash away the odour so quickly so I let it dry a little and parade around the bathroom; savouring the pungent smell. I feel myself and touch my breasts in the process. I push a finger into my mouth and suck on it and then I feel like I want to pee again.I sit on the loo and concentrate. I let it all flow out of me but cannot help push my hands down under it. I scoop some of it up and let it dribble from my fingers onto my lips. Soon I have two hands. He smiled down at her and stroked her hair."Max," she said, breathless and excited, "I just spent the last three hours focused on reading about the law. It was really fascinating. I hardly thought about sex at all." The pride was clear in her voice.His hands held her up by her bottom, "And now?" Now," she said, giving him a saucy look and wiggling, "I could use a little bit of attention--to help me focus."Max kissed her gently and gave in to the inevitable. He carried Celeste into the bedroom,.