The men talked about world affairs, the stock market and business trends. The ladies talked about fashion trends and why they hated pantyhose. I half-...istened to both conversations, with my ears tuned to Alice's laugh.I was inspecting the innards of my grilled Reuben sandwich when I felt a familiar hand graze my neck and slide down to my chest."Hello Alice, how's the job?" Mr. Oldham asked. I felt the hand pat my chest and her tummy lean against the back of my head."It's going well Mr. Oldham.. I do wonder how you propose to find out if they are virginal and have never so much as thought about sex in their entire lives, because that appears to be your standard. Of course, that’s a standard that you yourself couldn’t meet.”“Do not talk to me like that, Stephen!”“Fine. Do you have anything else to say?”“You are impossible!” she said and turned on her heels and stormed off. I figured she was going to find Dad, but I was sure I hadn’t said anything that would warrant punishment. I. I let my legs slide open just enough so that as your hand glides up my thigh, one finger reaches my panties and begins to lightly rub against them. You can feel the heat and the dampness. You know that I am ready. Without saying a word, we pay for our drinks, you grab my hand and lead me out of the bar. We walk to your hotel room in silence. We make it inside and you latch the door. Suddenly, you pin me against the wall holding my arms and pressing your body against every inch of my body.. He watched the gypsy mother press her hands all over the body of Sister Angela with great relish with no attempt to disguise her happiness at tending to the former captive’s skin in even the most delicate places.To opine that Sir Robert was seriously aroused would be an understatement at this critical point of his manly relationships with members of the opposite sex.He surreptitiously watched the five females intertwining in an unrehearsed session of feminine favors thinking that he might make.