Her lips surrounded my hard cock and her tongue flicked the tip of my cock, sucking my cock for a few minutes. When she was finished everything was dr...y but my cock.‘Are you ready for some wine?’, Dalia asked me.‘Of course’, I replied.We walked into the bedroom and I opened the bottle of wine. While I filled the glasses with wine Dalia got the sandwiches from the table . We toasted with the wine. Naked on the bed we drank the wine, all kinds of naughty ideas crossed my mind. I spilled some wine. "Nice to meet you" I say. Instant chemistry between us. You squeeze a bit tighter and say Hi back. We pull away from each other. You look around the room and say "Nice place. Ooohh a jacuzzi tub. That could be fun." you say with a wink. That flirt did not go unnoticed and I feel myself grow harder. I'm making a tent under my shirt. You notice too and look down and say boldly, "Is that for me?" No" I reply. "You were 20 minutes late. I think you need to pay for keeping me waiting."You. It was as if I had pillows for shoes--the ground didn't feel solid under my feet, except that... at the same time, in my head, I saw me walking down the edge of an endless razor blade. It was like if I made the slightest misstep, I would cut my feet to ribbons... and I would fall... and then I would die. That was how I saw my life.How do I explain the fog that filled my mind for so long? I couldn't think. I couldn't reason. When Mark talked to me, all I heard were incomprehensible sounds that. She had joined the room the night before, and he discovered that she had not read his books. He found himself relieved. She would take him as simply Jack Travers; instead of Jack Travers, writer of sexy romances.They chatted for a couple of hours that evening, feeding each other information about themselves as they chatted in private while chatting with the group in the room, and he discovered that she was a bit shy.The second night, after she thanked him for the roses, they discussed family..