On the outside we had been a sort of item. Well as close to an item as a serial arsonist, who spent most of his time in custody and a hot, nymphomania... could be.That we both liked sex couldn't be denied and when I wasn't available I had no problem with her spreading it about a bit with other men. To tell you the truth it turned me on. Boo-Ya's tunnel idea had come from our mutual and understandable desire to escape back into the real world and we had been working on it for over two months now. He gave a little gasp when he found it was only shorts I was wearing and he had so much room to play. His fingers caressed my soft balls and teased my cock. “Rosie and I have been talking a lot about you in the last few days. I want to fuck you Anton, will you let me?” Julian purred into my ear. “Yes please,” I begged. “I want you to lick Rosie’s cunt while I’d doing that, will you do that for me as well?” Again I consented, her pussy had felt so wet and sticky in the bar, and my fingers still. I swear to you, I had no idea what he had in mind. I thought you might have sex with a few guys and just generally be a party favor. I will make it up to you. I promise."Crap! I felt sorry for him!I said, "Jeff, I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life as I was when you came in there and put an end to that. I am more grateful than you will ever know. You could not have timed it better."I paused for a moment. For some reason I felt like I was coming between Jeff and one of his two best. " Morrel looked at the count with surprise. "Count," he said, "you are not the same here as in Paris." How so?" Here you laugh." The count's brow became clouded. "You are right to recall me to myself, Maximilian," he said; "I was delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that all happiness is fleeting." Oh, no, no, count," cried Maximilian, seizing the count's hands, "pray laugh; be happy, and prove to me, by your indifference, that life is endurable to sufferers. Oh, how.