Blushing slightly at the sight of my breasts, David said goodnight and quickly returned to his room.Unable to sleep, and wanting to talk to David, I s...ipped into my panties and a loose-fitting blouse before crossing the hall to his room. The door was slightly ajar and the lights still on. As I approached, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of someone masturbating. I peered through the slight opening in the door to see David squeezing his engorged cock and staring at the very same magazine. Well ... I took advantage of the situation while I didn't feel anything for the guy." And you didn't feel bad about that?" Not really, no. It was probably also because those guys knew that it was just a one-night stand, and that it was because I just needed them to scratch an itch I had," Veronique answered while giving Sandra her seductive look.Sandra giggled and said, "And you are feeling the same itch at the moment?" Is it that obvious?" Veronique countered while scooting closer towards. I think we should all worry about them, but why are you worried about me?"I let out a sigh. I couldn't explain it to her, her modified memories wouldn't accept anything I said. She would have to figure it out. Then we could talk about why I was worried about her. "Get dressed, and you'll know."Before she could say anything else, I pressed my lips to hers. I held her to me and let her know how much I cared for her through our link. She melted into my embrace and I let her explore me with her. Eugenia had no incriminating photos or letters. She knew no firebrand journalists. All she had was her singular talent—the ability to weave and maintain intricate lies. It wasn’t long before she heard the knock. Three times. She knew what that meant, and she groaned. ‘I can’t do that tonight,’ she said. ‘I’m too sore. I can do it regular, though, and give head—’ She heard a grunt from behind the heavy wooden door, and then some profanity-laden mumbling that grew fainter as the anonymous man.