Megan smiled and stood there for a moment. She responded, “Gee, Roger. I’m sorry, but I just don’t see you that way.”“No problem, sorry to b...other you,” he quickly said and walked back to his seat.After the meeting, Roger approached Amber Hilliard with a similar tactic to the other two women. She agreed to go out with him on Saturday night.That Friday night, Roger took Ann to dinner. Ann was a five-foot seven-inch raven-haired woman with a ten-year-old son and six-year-old daughter. Roger didn’t. I’m not sure why. It’s almost as if…well, if it had been a woman, it would have been competition, I guess. But a man is not competition, at least not the same kind of competition. After the first shock, she just asked me a lot of questions.” “What kind of questions?” Tom asked. “Well, about what we did in bed, mostly. Did you suck me, did I suck you, did you fuck me, did I fuck you. And of course whether there was any chance I’d pick up a bug.” “How’d she react to all that?” “Curious,. The shide fluttered as I turned on the tatami mats and faced the audience.My breath caught. Mitsuko-hime knelt in the audience beside her father, Daimyo Todo Hidenaga. She was so beautiful in a kimono of midnight blue, her face painted white, her lips bright red. Her hair was a piled mass on her head, held together by a comb of alabaster. Her hands were folded into the sleeves of her kimono, and her eyes were on me.Hot eyes.The memory of our shared kiss in the onsen this afternoon flushed. “It measures how turned on I am,” Nicole screamed in surprise. She then groaned deeply as the golden wand slid down her body and pushed against her cunt. Somehow it could move through the saddle and Nicole could feel fingers playing with her labia and clit.The swamp meter rose to 25%.“Yes, yes, yes,” Nicole began panting as the fingers pinched and tweaked her clit. She yelped in surprise as a second set of fingers began playing with her rosebud. She tried to look around, but couldn’t see who or.