She explained that it was to be Sir and her Mistress and us as Rose, May and Peter, the whole time, nothing less would do. So we decided to always do ...hat at home to make things easier. We had four days to wait, and it was to be a sexless four days, luckily made easier by the indoor pool and gym now being available. The whip marks from the doctors visit had gone by then and the ladies were both in fine fettle, at Roses insistence daily swimming, the use of the home gym and the sun-bed having. It gave me something to lean back against and I had barely turned around to face this man and he was on his knees.The drawstring on the ADIDAS speedos is pretty thin and I had it tied in a double knot (I had been at the pool doing laps) and he was struggling to get it undone. See, my life isn’t exactly like a porn film, that would never happen in a real porno.Before either of us got frustrated, I pull the leg of my speedo and gave him access to my cock.He went to town on my cock. Furious is how. Brown hair, with the most amazing blue eyes you’ve ever seen. With a smile that just topped it off. I could have sworn I was in love with her, and I barley knew her. I wanted to think of her for her personality, not her looks. But I couldn’t help it. She was like a burnt image in my head. I wanted to kiss her, be close to her. She always smelled like a thousand roses. I couldn’t get enough of her perfect aroma. It was just like any other day in this terrible town. Rainy, humid, annoying at the. Rugged. No, more than rugged — dangerous.He hadn't seen her, so she took a long moment to watch him. The scars from his wounds were ugly, but they didn't put her off. They were a part of him, like his brooding, dark eyes. Why is it, she asked herself, that scars on a man are acceptable, but similar scars on a woman aren't?Doesn't matter, she decided.Unaccountably, she wanted to run her fingers over the scars, feel the ridges, trace their jagged lengths. Her lips, too. Taste them. Taste him.She.