Crispin left his mother to sort out the house and went up on the train with the other two. Jennifer was dressed in her normal work fashion however now... without the glasses and her hair worn loose.“Apparently Quentin hates my glasses so I will wear contact as much as is sensible. The look on your face Crispin. Even if I hand;t discovered I like this new way of living it would be worth it for that alone.”“Amongst other things you are a lot less formal I don;t thing the old Jennifer would have. “Anything you want.” I said.“I want to fuck you.” He said, his light brown eyes stared into mine with a pleading look.“No.” I said pointedly.“Why not?” He sort of whined.“Because… I don’t feel like it.” I said. It was obvious that I was lying.“Ok, fine.” He thought for a second.“Why don’t you let me give you a massage?” It was a truly desperate move, but I let it slide.“Ok, but shoulders only.” I said strictly. I sat on the floor with my legs folded like an Indian and he got behind me on his. Their hands pushed frantically at each other’s clothes. As their teeth clanked together and their legs became tangled, pieces of clothing were being thrown everywhere. Heavy breathing filled the confined space as Chris pushed the young woman back onto the bed. She fell with her legs spread, ready to be taken by the bulky man. It was no surprise to her when her eyes landed on his full cock. He was well hung. The member matched the rest of the body, just like nearly everyone assumed. The now. They all rose and slowly walked again, down the hallway entering the sitting room, and in just a few moments, a soft knock on the door, then it opened. Robert was balancing a silver tray with one hand, and opening the door with his other. The tray held six brandy snifters, each about a third full of amber liquid. After he’d served everyone, Robert was about to leave the room and Peter spoke, “Robert, if you would please tell Juan and Charles, that we won’t need them any longer this evening..