I had yet to see the erotic nature of what we were engaged in doing: one scantily clad woman massaging another, touching her body and slowly stripping...off her clothes. I was lost in another pleasure, the pleasure of relaxation and sex was not on my mind. ‘Oh yes,’ I moaned, feeling an almost immediate release as she rubbed the palms of her hands along my thighs, down from my ass and back up again, using her thumbs to ease the tension out of my legs. Soon, she changed position, no longer at my. ’ I could hardly tell him that my pallor was the result of four hundred years without sun. ‘I’m fine,’ I replied. ‘Just haven’t been out much I’m afraid.’ I saw his eyes were wandering again, this time down to my modest cleavage. I only saw that for a moment though because my own gaze was concentrating on his chest. ‘That’s good.’ We both stood awkwardly for a moment. Then I thought, ‘Oh what the hell’ and stepped forward. I kissed him, my hands flat on that nice chest. Then he was kissing me. Irving takes us to one of his favorite restaurants, which happens to be French. I order for Hugo again—he still hasn’t got the hang of menu-speak, especially in French—and keep it fairly simple, but I take advantage of the opportunity for myself.Irving has his usual one beer—some import or other, I’m not a beer drinker—and at my suggestion he pours a small amount into a glass for Hugo to taste. Hugo takes one sip and makes a face. Well, I’ve always thought beer is an acquired taste.My escargot,. After our second drink, I pretended to be rather drunk and laid back on the bed. I knew that would be a signal that he could do anything he wished with my body. I kept my eyes closed as I felt one of his old neckties go around one wrist and then the other. I was on my back and knew he tied each end to the bed posts at the head. The same thing happened to my feet as he spread my legs and secured them to the foot of the bed. I could feel my juices beginning to stir as he then used another.