” She could only moan his name as an indication of her acceptance and immediately drifted off to sleep. Mathew rolled onto his back and realized tha...t he had a lot of thinking to do…how was he going to top this scene?” ———————————- CHAPTER EIGHT Mathew called up the stairs, “Jamie, I don’t want to go to this any more than you do, but I still don’t want to be late. Cindy doesn’t handle late very well. I’m sure you look beautiful…now let’s go…please?” As long as Cindy was as important a client to. Standing there in his white boxers and t-shirt, he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen anywhere. He came back to the bed, sat, and took off his t-shirt. Sure enough, high up on his left arm near the shoulder was an anchor, with the words "U.S. Navy" under it. God, it was so hot! I fumbled with my shoes, kicking them off, and I pulled off my top, jeans and socks and finally my panties. He reached down and took off his boxers and threw them across the room. I could see his uncut cock, and that it. No surprise. He had made love to her into the night, first visiting each of her erogenous zones including ones she didn't know she had and maybe had not had previously. He lingered at each spot as he patiently ministered to Wendy's body. He used his hands and feet, his very stiff penis, his mouth, his lips and his tongue, even his chest; setting off repeated orgasms, toe-gasms, ear-gasms, nipple-gasms, my God, an armpit-gasm, before he at long last put his mouth on her swollen and yearning. Swiping her card across the dull gray security panel, she placed her hand on the round brass door knob and waited for the deep magnetic click before turning it and entering. The entrance hall curved into a circular chamber, lined by floor to ceiling book-shelves of first-editions and truly old texts that were either out of circulation, or had only ever had single copies composed. In the center of the black and white tiled floor was a large circular table of the same, dark, polished wood.