"Promptly at seven the door bell rang. It was a different Eve that stood there. The chic, the confidence had gone. In place of the glamour there was a... woman, still beautiful, but with an aura of wretchedness, and tension. I opened my arms and Eve rushed straight in to be held close. This was not desire, nor any vestige of lust; it was comfort of one to the other. I kicked the door closed with my heel all the time maintaining the hold I had around Eve. I felt her relax a little and a small sob. "May I touch you?" he asks. There is no reply from above. Again, he sends a plaintive and gentle entreaty, "May I touch you?" Absence of response follows.How to interpret the non-reply? Is it a refusal or indecision? Has the intended heard him from deep below her? Has she been dissatisfied with his effort?He is undaunted; he must try again. He will not shed his tenderness. He reaches higher. "May I touch you?"A reply! "Perhaps."He redoubles, reaching ever-higher on the scale. He can no longer. Please bear with me today and I promise you that after today you’ll choose what we’re to do. ‘However, I’m claiming today as mine, and it will be the last time I boss you. We’re equals in this marriage, although right now you are probably thinking otherwise. Today we’re flying by chopper to visit my father’s grave, my mother’s grave and then the Malay aborigines who gave me a life.’ ‘Our day will finish in Penang – the island where my horror began. We’ll be staying at one of the great Hotels of. After all, couldn't he just be as horny as me, neglected by accident that he needed a wank? I go along with this, he's doing me a favor, and I'm doing the same for him. That's all. Evidently not when he puts his mouth around the head of my rock hard dick, and starts to suck on it intently. I can't help but let out another, louder moan than the last one, and think that someone could hear me, so I ask him to stop. The few minutes that we just had, they were out of pure sexual instinct. Nothing.