I passed the note to Rachel.“I think we’re supposed to take a shower” I said to Rachel.“Let’s get naked and wet then.” She replied. I pick...d up the box and the champagne and walked towards the bathroom. “Bring the glasses with you.” I shouted back at Rachel.I found some towels in the cupboard in the bathroom, when I turned around; Rachel was stood there naked holding both glasses. She looked amazing. “Take your clothes of then.” She said, handing me my drink.She turned on the shower and put her. He hesitated. “Scopami,” she whispered. “Scopami come una puttana.” The Count let out a chuckle, unsure if Jutta really meant and understood to say, “fuck me like a whore,” or if once again he was experiencing Maria’s handiwork. But he would comply, either way. He worked the fist-sized head against her opening. Between her long excited state and his artful cunnilingus, Jutta was quite wet and fairly relaxed, given the circumstances. He moved slowly, gently, and when he finally pierced his way. "This must be your wife, she is lovely! I'm glad you had the foresight to bring her out for me!"Mark raised his eyebrows at Joshua and turned to Petra."Your excellency," he wondered if that was the appropriate way to address an African government minister, but the man was still smiling. "May I introduce you to my Personal Assistant Petra Johnson, unfortunately my wife could not travel at short notice."The African grinned and nudged Joshua and chuckled.He took her hand but then pulled her close. I can only imagine how I looked. I was getting off just watching her, and I'm sure it was written all over me."Do you – want to – join me?" she said in a husky whisper with each syllable spoken in time with its own thrust. When I didn't answer, she got up and walked over to me holding out her hand. "Here, let's try something that I think is going to be even more awesome than the couch."I had no idea what she was thinking about, but I embraced her hand and let her lead me to the bed. "I want you.