Back in Baltimore, she’d discovered that she was a selfish, controlling bitch, and that she’d pushed away the only man that had ever cared about h...r the way she’d wanted. The only man who had taken her shit again and again and come back for more. That realization had changed her somehow, softened her, made her more free and accessible. And that’s when she’d jumped on a plane to spend her last days with me.As the second of the three months drew to a close, Celeste started exhibiting changes. She. This dress, I was beginning to think, was as much for the exhibitionism potential, though he insisted he just felt it was extremely sexy on me. And I believed that an exhibitionistic dress would be exactly the kind of thing he would find sexy on me. But, how could I complain, especially given the topic of our dinner …We made it through the preliminary drinks, salad, and now the entrees served. I was tasting my seafood, rice, and asparagus. He had stuck with steak. I sometimes thought his ideal. We had retired to my room in the male dormitory, but I already had a private room for myself, as both a freeman, and on the fast track for promotion. She was shivering, her fear was also from having listened to her peers, some of whom were treated with contempt, and many having no prospects of any kind of better life.I had sat her down, she couldn’t relax, not while standing inside a strange man’s room. I didn’t have much, in fact all that I had to offer her in terms of refreshments was some of. We used our fingers on each other until we just had to rip our clothes off and fuck properly – starting with a 69 that seemed so natural it was as if we'd been born for this. We were both so horny that we came very quickly, my pussy juices flooding her hot mouth as she tongue-fucked me; she came at the same time and once again I tasted that sweet juice from her cunt. It was even better the second time round!As we lay there she said, “I think you'll find we've got an audience, honey.”And sure.