“Um,” I stammered nervously, but wasn’t sure what I was even supposed to say. My heart was racing, and it seemed like Lauren was a little nervou... too. “Yeah... It does...”She never once broke eye contact, though, but began to rub higher to my thighs now. “Does it feel... nice?”The sensation that courses through the nerves in my thigh as her strong hands massaging me there was undeniably erotic, and I was unable to stop myself as I let out a soft moan.“That says enough.” Lauren giggled, and her. Even the soiled doves populating the brothels brought no relief.He was further infuriated by the fact that Abby seemed happy. She had a little house with a small garden provided to her by the kind people of Pueblo. She went to church every Sunday and was friendly with several local women. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have a suitor. He had no idea what he’d have done if she’d been unfaithful.He stroked the braided leather quirt hanging at his waist. He’d spent his evenings carving the antler. Afraid that David and Julie would hear Sarah, I put my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams of pleasure. She dug her fingernails into me, and while I could not see the expression on her face, I could feel the ripples of pleasure flow through her body. Her orgasm and muffled screams of pleasure lasted an unusually long time, and I had to hold my hand over her mouth while her body arched, contorted and jerked with pleasure. At the same time, her grip on my cock tightened with every ripple. Since the big day fell on Friday, I figured the least I could do was get plastered even though I am not a big drinker since I could sleep it off for 2 days before going back to work.On Friday, since we were dining posh, I went home and showered and put on my best suit, a new shirt and tie and polished my loafers. Since I expected you would be dressed to the extreme, I was quite looking forward to the evening even if I was the third wheel on your date. I left for the restaurant and was greeted.