“Ben filmed it so you could watch it”.“Ok let’s have dinner”.Chris grabbed my hand and pulled me to her, “what have I become” she asked....��Someone who is enjoying sex, someone who is honest to tell me”“I love you more than anything in this world you know that don’t you” she whispered.“Don’t you think I know that otherwise why would I leave you allow with Ben and Tony”?Tears ran down her cheeks as we kissed again. “Dinners on the table if you two can pull yourselves away from one another” Sam. "I've never had so much fun. I never dreamed there was so much to see and do in a big city." When you're ready, I'll show you even more." Ready? How do you mean?" Honey, I know certain feelings are beginning to surface. I can see it in your eyes. You're trying hard not to let it show, but you'll remember I told you, it can be bottled up just so long." Is... is it that evident?" asked the girl."To me it is, yes. I don't want to intrude, I just want you to know I'm here for you if..." It's hard. You wiped. I stroked you again until you came, you, gently biting my lip and trembling. We didn’t speak – we went to bed still tied together. You eagerly spread your legs and took me in. I bit your neck again and you screamed as you came as if a freight train had thundered through you small body. I filled you with my come over and over – three times – and we fell asleep just that way. With your nose tucked under my jaw, your dress all pulled up around your waist, my shirt undone. Now, you. A doorway was accessible via a private key-entrée leading to a concierge reception area where a youthful male attendant greeted us. “Welcome to the San Marten, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. I’m Robert, your personal butler.” The concierge exclaimed. “You’re guests on the Astor Floor where along with the staff I will assure privacy and meet your every need.” Robert escorted us to a Tuscan style suite overlooking ocean-side golf holes on the property’s links adjacent to Monarch Beach. The butler was.