I hope I did.”“Definitely.” Brandon chuckled awkwardly. “…but you didn’t answer my question.”“What question?”“Was that good for yo...?”“You mean did I come?”Silence answered her and she realized she’d been too blunt. Well damn it, she couldn’t just stroke his ego forever, he was already going to get free reign over her body.“No, B, but I told you before, it’s not always about getting an orgasm, especially if I’m doing it all the time.”There was another silence.“Let’s not spoil this nice memory. “erm, ( he hated sentences by his mother that started with `erm’ it meant she was a little embarrassed or bewildered) Erm… your aunts er…going to stay… for probably about a month son, just till she`s called, as she`s between assignments, however I have enlightened her in a broad way as to our `arrangement’ and she has agreed to not say anything outside the house, but wants to include you in her… well in our games,… so I said I would ask you if you minded, you being my master in all things. “How much exactly are your services going to cost?” “We're a charitable organisation Sasha Sinclair, and we hate to see such animosity spoil the community spirit in this fair city. Let's just say that the cost to you is to simply to play the game, and to surrender your feud so that it becomes a historical footnote. Let us worry about recouping our costs, and you both worry about moving on. On my word as a gentleman, for whatever that's worth, I promise I won't be asking for money from either of. All of the above was something Junior accepted in her, of course, even though she'd often wondered why.Junior was gangly - as if he'd reached for the sky forgetting to fill out. Karen either had to get used to looking at his chest or risk neck pains trying to see his eyes. His body was hard and stringy and there was scarcely an ounce of fat anywhere. She'd few doubts about his stamina, she thought with a smile.Whereas she'd successfully avoided the subject, Junior obviously hadn't. There'd been.