I’m tempted to go faster, to cum right then and there, but restrain myself. I repeat those slow circles for a few moments more then abruptly pinch m... clit. I could’ve screamed, but instead settle for squirming in bed. I’m right on the edge of orgasming, so I have to pull my hands away for several seconds to cool down. I’m not quite done yet. As much as I wish I could, I don’t have any toys of my own in the room. Instead, I turn to an old favorite, a thick sharpie. I’m sure it isn’t as good as a. ” She said looking up at him. “This is the route they used to take from England to the Caribbean.”She traced her finger over the middle atlas which was bigger than the other two. James smiled at her, more out of courtesy than enjoyment. He sat next to her on the floor and examined the charts. He picked up the leather-bound diary and looked at the inked writing. He read quietly to himself and then compared Captain Morgan’s notes with the atlas laid out in front of him.He smiled, this time it was. "Come in, come in" The woman encouraged. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The Dungeon' to its inmates" she laughed. In the light of the flickering globe David recognised his welcomer. "Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed it! "My mum warned me about you Yanks. You can call me Ruth."David had met Ruth two days earlier, when she had come to the American Embassy to confirm David's appoinment. Her looks were nothing to. “Let’s get some fresh air.”After we passed through the tables and reached the corner of the room, we went through double doors to the stairs. She invited me up and used a card key to open the path to the outside world. Her hand was warm as she escorted along the rooftop boardwalk. The corner faced the San Antonio River. After a dreary, cloudy Thanksgiving we were rewarded with clear skies. The stars decorated the sky with twinkling silver lights. I pointed to one bright star near the horizon.