She convinced me that the alternate entryway was fully operational and I satisfied my urges with filling that instead and we spent most of the night c...upling and very little sleeping because we seemed well suited to each other and our “fit” was almost perfect.It saddens me to admit that I was somewhat fearful of the Baron at that point because some of the female servants had whispered in my disbelieving ears of his excesses in the area of sampling innocent female flesh and subjecting virginal. " I sat bolt upright. What did I just hear? She was looking past me atsome of the people walking by. "I wouldn't say all the men in San Francisco are gay," I stated,probably a little more emphatically than I needed to. "Really?" she sighed, "I mean you hear stories about what a queer townthis is, but wow. You know it's just that I've been here for two wholedays and there hasn't been a single eligible man who's tried to go to bedwith me." "Well," I stammered in spite of myself, "I'm. ” He looked at me with a gleam in his eye I had never seen coming from a man, the kind of look that made me very nervous, “No problem, I am pretty proud of that work, that is why I leave the album out.” I was really getting nervous now, “Not all of it is exactly my cup of tea, but to each his own. Hey, thanks for saving my ass last night, I doubt I would have made it very far before our friends in blue had me in the back of the Silver Star Taxi. I really appreciate it, but I guess I better get. ?And what about you Mr Fleming – was everything good???Oh yes,? smiled Fleming. ?Very good. Including the hostess.? His gaze lingered, and inevitably his eyes trailed down to her breasts, the shape of her nipples pushing invitingly against her low cut, black cocktail dress.Monica smiled her bashful smile, but she knew that Fleming was another powerful man that treated most people with utter contempt. She knew that as soon as she got up to remove the plates he’d be gazing at her ass. She knew.