I waited. After a couple of minutes, he turned his attention back to me."I am sorry, but there are no first class berths free. You will have to go wit... the one you are now assigned, or you can depart the ship," he said, not sounding sorry at all."I see. Well, in that case, let me tell you what I am going to do. I am going to the New York Times, and buying a full page advertisement in their paper. In it, I will outline the outrageous way you have treated me."I also stand to loose a lot of money,. The make of the whole set was exquisite, merely touching it,produced a hard-on. There was a note in the bag,"Dear Rahul,I hope you like the lingerie set I bought you. I feel the best part isthe texture of the fabric. It's more electric against freshly waxedskin. I would be more than happy to help you experience that.With love,Neha."I badly wanted to tear my clothes and wear the babydoll. But, georgetteagainst my baby smooth skin would be otherworldly, so I mustered asmuch willpower as I could. And he was thirsty.He could feel the needles and the tubes, some in places he didn't even want to think about. He felt as weak as a baby and cranky because of it. He hated hospitals. He hated being kept in the dark. He hated being cooped up and alone. He... "Nicky?"His head swiveled on the pillow. He could smell her before he saw her. She smelt of sunshine and sin, something sultry and provocative. "Michelle?"Then he saw her. Oh, God. He didn't know how scared he was until he saw those smoky. My hand moves over your thighs and I love the way you have spread your legs for me, in readiness. Your thighs are so soft. So inviting. I caress them with my fingertips, drawing lazy patterns in your skin. You move your legs further apart and you kiss me, hard, with sublime desperation. You moan as I kiss you, wriggle as I stroke your soft thighs. My hand toys playfully between your open legs and I can feel the warmth of your pussy. You can feel my hand, moving, so close to your sex.I.