The bell boy raises his eyebrows, trying to suppress a smirk as he comes to the door and knocks:“Room service!”I wait a moment before opening the ...oor, putting on my best professional smile:“Ah, thank you” I say, taking the bottle from him, pretending that there is nothing amiss.“One moment” I reach for my purse, taking out 50 bucks and pressing it into his hand. I lean over, whispering in his ear:“Same again if you can be back here in 45 minutes with a bucket of ice and a couple of footlong. I moaned softly against his neck, kissing a trail from his ear to his collarbone. He murmured softly to me to just lie back and let him take over, then he kissed me and slid his hand slowly from my breast down my stomach and into my panties. His fingers danced over my soft coppery pubes, softly caressing, traveling further south. He dipped a finger between my swelling lips and found me much wetter than he had expected. I had my arms around his neck, still kissing him anywhere I could reach. He. Ah, music. I had good teachers. Dad paid well. And with good teachers and the desire to succeed and I guess, some natural talent, I was first violin of the school orchestra. That wasn't that big a deal because the orchestra was small. But my teacher made some phone calls and I got a chance to play with the orchestra of a big public school, so I got to see others my age. The music was okay.The interactions with other students, well, not so much. Most weren't serious. I don't understand why one. David felt very pleased that he was sexually better than Ramzy El-Najjar, according to Ramzy El-Najjar's own wife; it never occurred to him that 'she would say that, wouldn't she'?With all the plans set, all that remained was to deceive Amelia into agreeing to be sold. This was the tricky part and David set about it with infinite care."Why can I talk to you, but not to the other women?" he asked her when they were next lying companionably together in a post-coital haze of happiness."Perhaps it.