They got up from the bar and made their way to one of the private rooms. Once inside it all fell silent, until the girl started giggling. ‘you look ...ice?’ she said. Lene was about to say something to it, but then she noticed that the girl had her eyes on Stig. Stig was a little slower, but he he also noticed. Not saying anything, not moving he just stared at her. She walked confidently over to Stig. She kissed him on the cheek and stroked his belly. Lene got red in the face. Stig saw and felt. He brought his lips to hers so he could share the sweet honey with her. Then he realized, too late, that he’d fallen into her trap. This time her legs wrapped around his waist and held on for dear life. He’d have to choose between prying her legs off of him or fucking her madly.He wisely chose the latter, opening her up as he entered her. How fortunate for both of them that she was unusually tight, and he was above average girth. He eased in slowly and felt the heat of her well-lubricated walls. The host was one of the channel’s big names, Derek Castle, known for being very superior and a bit of a bully. I knew you’d be dying to know. Helen Costain was directing a new play, very artsy and, frankly, utterly impenetrable to a simple mind like mine. At one rehearsal she had shouted at me, in front of the rest of the cast, “What’s your problem? Too complicated, is it?”I’d said, “If complicated means meaningless, then yes. If you know what it means, instead of trying to humiliate me,. He was leaning on his front gate, waiting, as Emi turned into his street. She checked her watch. 8.29 P.M. – she was on time. He drew himself up to his full height as she approached, opening the gate and holding his arms out to her. Her steps quickened as she hurried to him, feeling as she always did the fierce surge of pride that she belonged to him. He squeezed her tight for an endless moment, kissing her face and hair, before taking her hand and leading her into his front porch. “You.