But you weren’t there. I say… “Hi. You here?” I hear your reply from down the hall, “I’m in the tub. Come here.” I walk in and see...you in the middle of taking a bubble bath. The half of a bottle of wine tells me you’ve been here for awhile. You look at me as I admire your soft wet skin with that same look as this morning. You look down and see my dick straining against my pants. “Aw poor thing. Have you had that ‘infliction’ all day?” you say with a devilish smile, knowing full well. "It was a Friday and he had finished early at the office. That left him with several hours until his wife's guest arrived. Tense and concerned, he ran to the liquor store to get the half dozen items she wanted. All the bottles were the better brands, and cost Glen a lot. He was used to picking up a single bottle of inexpensive white wine and wasn't happy about the increased cost but, with the state of his marriage, he had learned by then not to object to anything she wanted. He still believed. He bends over to take it into his mouth again, and Angel tells him not to suck me, just stroke me. We stroke each other until Angel sits down on the bed and tells us to get on either side of the bed and start sucking her breast. We do as we are told; we take each breast in our hands and begin massaging them. She tells us to suck them hard and she pushes our face into each breast. We begin really working on them, nibbling all over them, sucking her nipples and biting them. She is beginning to. Trevian’s brow furrowed slightly as he regarded me, but finally nodded. “Sigrun, then.” His voice was gravelly, like someone who’d smoked for a century; given the lack of regular tobacco that I’d seen in Thedas – the occasional pipe not-withstanding – I wondered if he’d been born that way, or somehow injured his vocal cords. “When will you perform the Joining?”“I’d like to offer her the chance directly, if you don’t mind. If she refuses, I will take your suggestion on who to approach next. We.