I came back with champagne and the box that Robert had sent. What a difference from Elizabeth - if this really was a lover. But she must be! I undid t...e box for her. Earrings! So pretty, but so perfect. Long strings of perfect pearls to hang against the curve of her jaw. She confessed that the she'd only worn the simple studs in her ear for two years. I watched her dry herself - swiftly, casually. Then into the guest-room - she seemed glad of my company. She flung her towel in a heap and stood. “What the hell does she want now? Jesus Christ.”“I need a ride to the Get it in motel.” She stood bedside, wearing a tight black mini-dress bearing a plunging neckline that came down past her navel.“Go away, I’m sleeping.” He dropped his head back down.“Hey.” She shook his shoulder. “I need to get there in an hour.”Bill pounded the mattress with his fists and sprang to a sitting position.“Why? Why do you want to leave at,” Bill said then blinked at his watch, “Twelve-twenty-two in the goddamn. After a while John asked me into his living room. It was dimly lit with candles and the fire was burning in the hearth. He sat next to it in a leather chair. He sipped whisky from a tumbler and I suspect he had consumed a few already.John asked me to to strip and when I did down to my briefs me told me to stand in front of him. He ran his fingers through his slim berad and studied me intensly. I saw his fingers move to his crotch where he rubbed away at his obvious bulge.‘You know why. ” She gasped mid-sentence. Jackson had lifted her into the air and at the same time Luther had grabbed her legs. Another “oh” came from Beth’s lips as Luther placed her legs on his shoulders. One on either side of his head. And then his lips met her pussy. “Ohhhhhh,” she wailed, throwing her head back onto Jackson’s shoulder. She felt Luther’s firm hand on her ass, as he held her in the air. Jackson’s hands were covering her tits and she placed hers over the top of his.“Oh my god,” she said,.