All you can see of Bill is two eyes and a nose and a lot of brown hair and beard. Sam always wears his glasses, which look odd on someone starkers. Bu... he's got a good prick. It has to be with both a brother and a sister to service.Sometimes I wish I had another boyfriend. Sam's great, but it's weird sharing him with your brother. And Sam and Bill did ever such a lot of fucking in London. It seems like they fucked everyone. Chicks. Guys. They went to a couple of orgies, and not just that one at. Then he wanted me to walk around so he could see them move, so I paraded around the rug and did a few aerobics while he stared mesmerized.I figured that was enough, so I started to put my bra back on, but he wanted to know all about the bra, how it worked, did it hurt. While I was explaining it, though, he was paying more attention to my bosom up close, and he managed to lean against it with his arm. I said, "End of lesson" and put my bra and top back on. He asked again if he could touch me. "If we do not force him to come back, he might stay where he is forever." My Lord, help is on the way, hold on!"Mann could barely hear the nagging voice in the far recesses of his mind. He was lost, without knowledge of a way back and yet he did not mind. He knew this place, this sanctuary, and had spent time here before. He remembered being in this exact place and having a conversation with Karith when she died as Tanith and again when she was Karith. He knew where the door was that kept his. “Yes. And you?”“You can call me Carter.”“Really? That’s your name?”“It’s what you can call me.”As much as I want pretend I was immune to him, Carter’s voice just did something to me that I can't explain. As I sat at the table with him, my mind was filled with thoughts of sliding under the table and unzipping his… well, that was just a thought.“You know, I have a hotel room not far from here,” he said, smug and confident.“Do you really think I’m going to go home with a stranger?”“Have you done.