She wanted something more. I was willing to giving it to her. I stared down at my boxers and noticed they were soaked in pre-cum. Through this whole o...deal, I did not even notice how turned on I was. I was to engaged in making her feel good. I grabbed the base of my cock from the top of my underwear. She noticed. A smile swept across her face. Come here.. She said, motioning me over with her finger. I happily obliged. I walked over to the side of the bed, she reached her hand out and grabbed. Oh…” she panted, very confused. Just before, anything like this would have caused her incredible pain. Now it didn’t. She felt the pressure, but then it almost felt good. Eros was hurting her nipples while teasing her vagina.“Mango, this is the other mode for Cupid’s Arrow. Your tits should be hurting. “ he gave her nipples another twist, “but it probably feels as good as me playing with your pussy.”“Yes…I…yes…I don’t understand how…” Eros decided to cut this short. Instead, he let go of her. "Here now Peter," he announced his arrival, "that's no way to treat a beautiful young lady. Tell her you're sorry and that you love her." I'm sorry Linda." I sighed resignedly, "I do love you, really." That's better," the president beamed, "now give her a good kiss to show you mean it man."Linda's face tilted up to mine, her eyes sparkled with an impishly triumphant gleam as I reluctantly leant down and kissed her, but what I had intended as a brief peck was turned into a passionate embrace as. We were led through the main floor’s dining area by a maitre’d (who neglected to ask who we were yet seemed to know us intimately) and down a flight of stairs to a beautiful patio. The walls were of the original brick from the times before the flooding, when Sacramento was built one story lower. Paintings on these walls were intermingled with ivy and potted plants. The lighting was candles and small fire bowls. A large fountain occupied the centre of the patio with its cool water gently flowing.