She seemed to be more relaxed now and I was just finishing my drink, she looked down again at my boner which was now looking like a tent pole under my...shorts, “Can I get you some wine?” she asked with a wicked look on her face thinking that the alcohol was the cause of my erection issues and went in to refill the glasses.Telling her I was gay seemed to have been a master stroke as she walked back out with the wine handing me a glass, “Thank you” I said softly and as she put her drink on the. His head felt as though a pile- driver were crushing down on it and the thick cotton taste in his mouth almost nauseated him. He groaned, and sat up in bed, blinking his eyes at the full bright rays of sun that trickled in through the breeze fluttering curtains.It was a short moment before he could recall where he was and what he was doing in this strange European looking room that had the washbasin right out in the open next to the bed. Then, slowly the entire sordid nightmare of the night. He stopped when he saw Priscilla and then went to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup of coffee."Did you stay here last night?" he asked.She nodded, "I slept on the couch." Damn Priscilla, there's four bedrooms in this house."She smiled at him, "You're going to have to give a statement to the press. They're camped out on your lawn. You won't have any grass by the end of the day. I've written something for you, you might want to look it over and add what you want to it or just throw it away. I was so wet, and she moaned, before raising her hand and tasting my juices off her fingers. Her hand went back down, and this time she made me lick my juices. She told me how good I tasted, which I agreed with, and then she went on.‘Michelle, before we move on I will give you one more chance to change your mind. If you want to go, go now, but if you do you will never see me again. If you stay, I will love and cherish you, look after you, sexually and non sexually and introduce you to things.