"She continued to sob against his hirsute chest, her nails digging lightly, convulsively, into the skin. "Roger... Roger, are you sorry you... did it ...with Cindy Cord?" Hell no, I'm not sorry."The words were like a whip in her brain, a well-deserved verbal chastisement, and she felt the masochistic need to hear more. "Was... was she good for you?" Diane asked wretchedly."Damn right she was," Roger answered. "She was damned good. She was better than you'll ever be!" Oh Roger... !" She's ten times. Muffled sounds of disapproval issued from Carol’s throat, but Ben paid no attention to her, and instead moved one of his hands down to her waist, with the other hand still keeping her arms back and still kissing her. He caressed her waist lightly in a suggestive manner, but when she protested more, he moved his hand up to one of her breasts and used his lower body to pin her to the bed. He fondled and kneaded the breasts he had been lusting after for such a long time, all the while still. Loudest of all, the voice of the High Priestess, calling forth Pan to honour them with his presence, come to accept their offering. All of a sudden, a shadow appeared at the edge of the clearing between the trees. It slowly stepped forward, walking towards them. The shadow turned into a tall man, a regal expression on his face. He was an epiphany of male beauty, nude, with a strong, powerful build. An aura of sexuality lay thick around him, his manhood erect and proud, making the women gasp at. But you also think about that one night in which I stood behind you and started to kiss only your neck and shoulder. How it felt to have my warm lips pressed against your flesh. Lastly, how I was making you feel when my mouth started to explore more of your body. Dinner is complete and ready to be enjoyed. We sit at the table but you choose to sit opposite of me. Though it does seem a bit innocent, during dinner you muster enough courage to take your foot and place it right in my lap underneath.