Her bum was still sore from the weekend in Aruba and the excesses on the Cruise ship which was more of a "Fuck Boat" than a "Love Boat". She had lost ...ount of all the horny husbands who had climbed into the life boat with her when their wives were not looking. It was so hard these days to find a single guy who wasn't gay or hopelessly perverted.The last night of the cruise was called "Bend over and touch your toes night" and all of the participating masked females were minus knickers and. "We could meet in the library," he offered. "Try it once and see if you think it helps." To her, Matt seemed totally open and guileless, which he in fact was."Are you free next hour?" she asked, thinking that would get rid of him gracefully."I am now," was his answer. Not knowing where the inspiration came from, he made a slight bow and a sweeping gesture with his arm. "Shall we?"Matt's three-plus years of stunning success had done wonders for his self-confidence, at least as far as dealing. “This way,” De Sade gestured. “The Baroness will be eager to hear all about your successful hunt.”“Be calm.”“I am calm,” Logan mentally growled back at Coyote.“Oh? Then why are images of you beating this man into a paste spilling all over your thoughts?”Logan glanced over at De Sade. He was a small man, with a slight build, narrow shoulders, and a thick head of dark hair. His clothes, and the harem mark on his cheek, marked him as a damned soul of unprecedented privilege. It was the first time. The drive home was hellish, traffic was a bitch, moving to slowly for my liking. I'm usually calm and hardly ever rushed but today was a special day. I've counted it down the entire month now, April 24th. I almost trampled an elderly neighbor as I burst through the doors to the apartment complex, not caring enough to say excuse me. Finally, I was home. Immediately entering my apartment I was peeling off my clothes. I ran water for a bath, added my favorite bubble bath scent and took the plunge..
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