My third adventure happened in the library. He was also a black man, a janitor. I caught him looking at me one evening as I was doing some research fo...r a paper, and as he peeked at me from behind a bookshelf, I slowly spread my legs and let him get a good look at my panties. In very short order, we were in an alcove and I had his prick out and was sucking it like a starving baby nursing its mother. His name was Garrison, and he was originally from some African nation, but he spoke very precise. We built rope bridges, we built treehouses, we built catapults. We could use tools and rope that we brought, but everything else had to be made on the spot from local materials.”“Do you think that you could build some of that stuff here for the town?”“Sure. I mean, I think so. I’d need some materials and some workers. If it’s big enough to be a real weapon, it’ll be too big for one man to build. Trebuchets can get really big.”“Would it be worth the trouble? I mean, how useful would it really. There was a vase of carefully arranged star lilies on the mahogany inlaid occasional table, and beside it there was an unopened bottle of 12 year old Glenfiddich. A bucket of ice stood beside this bottle, condensation just barely beading on the bucket, as if it had been freshly filled and placed. At seeing this, she idly made a mental note that he must have called ahead to the concierge... meaning that he knew the answer to his proposition before said proposition ever crossed his lips. She. ..... She didn't, to my surprise....She actually squeezed my arm tight. I was nearly totally hard now, pushing hard against her ass. She seemed to jiggle a little, and I felt my hardness against her ass. What was going on? "Are you okay?" She asked."Yea, why do you ask?" I replied."You seem kind of nervous." Are you okay with me so close to you?" I asked her."Yes, I want you very close to me right now." She said.I held her tight again. We watched through the first commercial and then the.