A completely horrible person.But, I suppose, it was okay that I was thinking like this. Beth was obviously telling Zoey how much she hated me. How muc... I disgusted her. Obviously. She was having dreams that I was fucking raping her. That had to be rooted in pure hatred. Why else would she even be having these thoughts in the first place? She hated me. She hated sex with me. I was just that terrible at it. A selfish lover.And if I was a bad, selfish lover, what business did Zoey even have with. He took the doors down to the basement to refinish them. He is an excellent carpenter, but he is in poor health with lung disease. So, this kind of work takes him a while", Bonnie answered."How long have the doors been down there?", I asked quietly."I don't know exactly. A little more that six months", she answered."How do you have any privacy from David?", I asked even quieter."I don't", she answered casually. "He has walked in and out of his room numerous times when I've been dressing or. Each time I leaned in to set them down, Gabriel's hands would reach back under my skirt to feel me up again. He even got so bold as to use his finger to rub against my soaking pussy. I let out little moans with each movement of his hands; he had driven me insane, I couldn't take it anymore. I packed away the last bag and shut the back door. Walking around, I opened the sliding side-door and crawled into the seat, turning on my back, and spread my legs. Gabriel just stood there, looking at my. ” Feeling good from the wine and not having eaten all day – I say yes.We get to the building. It is about 30 stories and the doorman greets Raffaele as we enter the lobby. We get on the elevator with five other people. It is crowded. I get in the left corner with Raffaele on right and Tom on the left. As we proceed up, I feel Tom touching my leg, I smile and he then slides his hand to my crotch. I then feel Raffaele’s hand on my butt. I am feeling good so I go with the flow getting slightly.