"I'll be back in forty-five minutes." Then he was gone.I stared at the Air France ticket in my hand, and at the women'ssuitcase on my bed. Mechanica...lly I opened it and reluctantly surveyedthe contents. It was full of summer skirts and dresses, even a getawayoutfit consisting of a wool skirt and cashmere sweater, which Jacqueshad selected for me somehow. I ran my hands over the soft fabrics,bringing back forgotten memories of delightful days in Province, andmagical nights in Paris with. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed another car. It wasn't his and I was a bit worried. I didn't want to jump to any conclusions so I just went inside being careful not to make any noise. I didn't come home at any set time so its always been hard to judge when I would walk in the door. If he was cheating with me, I would catch him in the act. I walk across the living room towards the bedroom. I hear moaning. The door was cracked a bit so I knelt down and looked inside. I have never been so. " "First, I want to ask you whereDash?" "I believe he is on his way to the gym, I doubt he is gone yet but I can check if you want?" "No, no," he replied.Before I knew it Josh was on his knees in front of me pulling my bikini top up and sucking and biting my nipples.It had been so long since I felt another man's on my silky caramel skin. His strong hands seemed to be everywhereon my breasts, stomach, ass, pussy. Everywhere. We had barely begun exploring each other when we heard a light knock at. Now she is cleaned up and her dark curls shimmer in the sunlight. Her eyes are full of curiosity and wonder. She almost looks like the happy teenager that she should have been. But rather than the smile of happiness on her face I detect a note of worry on her brow."Yes Alys, what is it?" I ask as she stops out of breath next to me. "Have you been treated well?" I wonder if she has been exposed to any xenophobic, narrow-minded, attitude by the Kindred. I would hope not, but I would not put it.