"Oh no, dear. You don't have to do that," Nesho muttered. Shasta didn't answer; she just leaned down and pushed Nesho onto her stomach. "Oomph," was a...l that Nesho could say until Shasta started working on her back with her fingers and the heel of her hand."Oh, by the gods that's good, Shasta!" Nesho sighed. "If I knew you could do this I'd had you rubbing me down every night! Oh yes, yes, right there," she groaned.Used to working on a hairy, and usually flabby back, Shasta was sure she was. I’d intentionally shown up a ? hour late to let her anticipation build, not that she said a word about my tardiness as I carried my bag into the front room. The house, it was decorated exactly as I had expected, the lines were clean and precise. The dark wood furniture was beautiful and it looked like I had stepped into a Tokyo apartment, though a much larger than one of course. Kiku cast her eyes to the floor as I set my bag down and turned to look at her. Her willowy frame trembled. "That might work with a lot of men," I said. "But it won't work with me, because you have a tendency to keep me hard long enough I should probably see a doctor about it." What?" She looked confused.I sighed."If you maintain an erection longer than four hours, you're supposed to see a doctor to get it cured," I said."I cured your erection last night," she pointed out."Which brings us full circle back to having unprotected sex," I groaned."Then stop somewhere and buy some fricking condoms!" she. . stop them... stop... all... this...”But all that happened was that while Ahmed held her, Miss Judith ripped off the rest of her dress, then her brassiere and briefs.“Do something... Quentin... stop them... tell them... oh God... have you all gone mad?”Quentin remained unmoved, but still looked faintly sheepish. Julia and Simone were looking upon the scene in amazed disbelief.“You arrogant bitch,” rasped Miss Judith. “You’ve had it too good for too long. I’ve been waiting for you..