" And you've seen only a small part of it. It was built almost six hundred years ago by my ancestors. There has been a Ragonian living here ever since...."Justine noted the man's age was indeterminate, she thought perhaps early forties, his features, refined, almost delicate. Hair and eyes of ebony. Both seemed to glisten with the firelight. He was not muscular but there was a strength that radiated from within which gave one the impression of size and most of all -- power.For Andre, the man was. Stone walked up and asked, “I hope I didn’t get you in trouble with your husband?” I smiled and said, “No, you didn’t. I’m not married.” “Boyfriend?” he asked. I smiled and said, “No boyfriend either.” “An attractive woman like you is single?” he asked and smiled again. “It happens, I guess I’m just too picky for my own good,” I explained. “Heading home alone then?” he asked. “Actually, I’m going to get something to eat, I’m not in the mood to cook tonight.” As I closed my trunk he asked,. What was happening? I hadn’t a clue. It felt challenging. I had to let go and be in the moment. What was going to happen next. On impulse, I reached out with my other hand and pulled her towards me. My gentle kiss greatly changed the momentum. She smiled, and in a soothing tone said: “Are you finally starting to wake up and be here with me?”I laughed and responded: “I’ve had many dreams. I desperately wanted something, but hadn’t a clue what it was.”She pulled me into a. ”“Want me to suck your nipples some more?” he asked, teasing.“Yes, but I shouldn’t let you. When you do that it makes me want to wash too long.”“I thought you said you don’t masturbate.”“I don’t.”“Trust me, Honey. Washing too long is masturbating.”“Well, I’ve never done that. My mother would have whipped me bloody if I had.”“That’s fine. But promise me this. If you decide to try, let me teach you how.”“Why?”“Because if you do it wrong, it can be very frustrating.”“We’ll see. I want to kiss you.