”“Do you feel like you’re trapped? That you don’t have any options?”“No, not at all. This is exactly where I should be right now. I want t... be with you.”“Are you sure? I’m just afraid that you feel that you don’t have any options.”“I’m fine. I want to be with you. We get along great; more than great, actually. I like spending time with you. I love you. And I love making love with you.”“I love you, Steve. And I love making love with you.”“Then why are we talking?” I chuckled.She stood up and. I left first so that they don’t doubt on us. After a while my two other colleagues also left to their room. She called me up to her room. I was ready and waiting for her call. I went up to her room. As soon as she locked the door, I grabbed her from behind and started kissing her neck and ear lobes. She started moaning. She turned and our eyes met each other. We could see lust in our eyes for each other.We passionately kissed for a while, sucking each other’s tongue. I sucked her upper lips and. She was about to go in again when he put a finger to her lips “What do you say we take this upstairs?” Without another word they ascended the stairs with Sarah in front. They entered the master bedroom. A large double bed was against the far wall, a built in wardrobe on the left wall, and a door to an en suite bathroom on the right. Daniel slipped off his shoes and socks and turned to Sarah. They wrapped their arms around each other, and their tongues. They were kissing passionately. They. I was looking forward to sitting in my usual spot at the end of the bar, hoping it would be another good show. My days had been monotonously normal of late, which made this guilty pleasure more and more important to me. I ordered my usual virgin screwdriver, paying the same amount as the real thing to the bartender even though it didn't matter to anyone else whether I was downing liquor or not. Just something I did to "justify" being there. And, frankly, it set the stage for the "show." What.