" I found last night was amazing, but this morning was a bitof a surprise. What's with this pregnant routine?" Last night was great sex, but a lot of ...it was the thoughtthat as a guy, sex is a spontaneous sport. I thought thatit only fair that you get to experience the counterpoint.As a girl, spontaneous unprotected sex has real andpersonal ramifications. Oh relax, it's only for a littlewhile."Christine graciously supplied my breakfast while I sat. Shesaid that she wanted to try a different. She looked like the veritable cat that swallowed the canary.She straightened up slowly, then bowed her head, “As my lord and master wishes. Maybe you could fuck me before and after you flog me?” She ended on an up-note.I felt myself hardening again. “We’ll see how you behave.”“Sir, I will behave however you want me.” And she smiled.I was rescued by Arthur’s arrival with the desserts. He arranged them in front of us, then took a spoon, used the back of it to poke a small hole in the molten. "You're a bit of a dirty fucker aren't you!". This was the first time I'd heard her swear. "Sounds like you are too - did you like what I did with my finger." Helen nodded, and then told me that no-one had ever done anything like that before. Faking surprise, I said "You mean you've NEVER had anal sex?!" "No." Her nervous look had gone. She just looked very flushed and turned on. "You want to, don't you?" she asked. "There is nothing in the world I would like more". I kissed her deeply.. A brief glance around revealed that the train had pulled into a station, the sign posts declaring it to be Southern Salvil. The young man pulled an almanac from the pocket of his black jacket and flipped through the pages. After a minute or so, he found what he was looking for. Southern Salvil, the book read, 222 km from Rutro.Walter placed the book back in his pocket and sighed. It would be a long time before he arrived at his destination then, if that was anything to go by. Deciding he might.