Do you think that will happen every time we make love?”“I doubt it, but it’s fine with me if it does. I’ll just stock up on smelling salts,”...he said patting her behind. “Come on, the bath should be about ready.”He helped her from the bed and led her on still shaky legs to the bath. He stepped in first and then assisted her as she joined him. The water was still running so he sat and then pulled her down to sit between his legs so they could gauge the water level with their bodies in the tub.. When it became clear he would rather get back to the game, I went into the kitchen. Mom was standing at the sink, with her hands holding the edge of it. Her posture was stiff. I walked up to her, put my hands around her to rest on her little belly, and hugged her from behind. She put her hands on mine, and leaned her head back on my chest."You have to keep that from happening again when your Father is here. What if he had walked in and seen us? You have to be the strong one."My heart leapt. She. “Hope you get stuck too,” I muttered under my breath and returned to the task of making coffee. In a moment of madness I took out my notebook and wrote down the name, address and room number of my hotel along with a short sentence, “If you would like to talk?” and placed it on the saucer under the empty cup on the tray then took them to her. “My apologies once again, Madam, for your inconvenience. I shall report the defect as soon as we land and hopefully it will not happen again.” “I should. "Master, will you come and help me—please?"He appeared in the doorway—grinning, the bastard. Marie hurriedly spread her legs and watched him practically swell with satisfaction."Wider," he ordered, just because he could, and she obeyed him. He helped her finish up, brushed her teeth for her, even brushed her hair until she was melting under his attentions. He stood behind her at the sink, and she met his eyes in the mirror as he massaged her sore shoulders, his strong fingers running over her.