You knowyou only had to say our word and I would have stopped.You didn’t, baby. Did I go too far?” he softlywhispers. “Please answer...me, Tess.”I stop sobbing, gather myself, force myself to riseonto my knees and face him. I look into those deep,dark eyes that I love so much and see his beautifulface, that only moments ago had conveyed real anger,and see only calm and concern and love.“I know you would have stopped, I know .I couldn’t sayit, I just. I watch as he gently caresses your soft breasts, then starts to slowly unbutton your blouse, revealing your tender flesh inch by inch. When he reach the last button, you sit up facing me and I pull your blouse open and over your shoulders, where he takes it and slides it down off your arms and tosses it aside. Then he gently caresses your neck before sliding his hands down over your shoulders and down your arms, gently sliding the straps of your bra down as he goes. Then he slides his hands. He asked me politely if I needed some help. Then I thanked him and together we shook Victor awake and shrugged him to his feet.We managed to walk him back to our room. I opened the door and the black guy let my loving husband collapse onto the bed.I thanked the black stranger again for his help and I noticed he was checking out my cleavage. He looked into my eyes with a knowing look. I was a little embarrassed; but he reached over and touched gently my cheek. He said it was a pity my husband. But her mother insisted and so Silva ended up at the party all along that it would soon be over, maybe in time for her to go and meet some of her friends. As early evening grew into night Silva had given up hope of getting away early. The vodka was been poured freely and most of the guests seemed well on the way to having very thick heads in the morning. Grandpa was giving a speech to anyone who cared to listen, as to how all the young women now a days were dressed so as it made them look like.