The towel covered quite a bit, but could not hide her great legs. I smiled at her, and she returned it. As she padded toward the ice machine, I could ...smell a distinct odor of booze.I unlocked the door to my room and thought nothing of it. About a minute later, there was a knock on my door. Looking through the peep hole, I saw that same young woman - still holding the ice bucket (now full). Opening the door, she was just as wet as before - damp hair matted on her head and droplets on her chest,. We had corner seats of the fifth row from the top. One the couple was sitting leaving three rows from us and another one was on the first row from the top.When the movie started, I was sitting to the right side of my girlfriend with my left hand on her left shoulder and left palm on her navel with her palm on mine. I was holding her right hand with mine and her head rested on my left shoulder and mine rested her head itself.I kissed her forehead in between the movie and was periodically kissing. That is too old for a slave in our world. Paul should have sold or traded me a long time ago. I could serve as a slave for many years yet, but not in our world of opulent rich masters. I am still beautiful, I know, but my age shows. Paul is losing face with his friends and associates. They think him weak for keeping me. He will not last long if he is perceived as weak. By now, he can't trade or give me away. That would just show further weakness. He must kill me or have me killed. There is no. He had exquisite paintings and antique furniture all adorned with candles in expensive and elegant candleholders. Kale put in a jazz CD and came over to sit with me on the bed. He put his arm around me and leaned in for a kiss. His lips were moist and soft. His embrace pulled me down on the bed for more. He was skillful, he stimulated each hungry body part before gingerly slipping the clothing back from the area. Before long we were horizontal, with barely a scrap of fabric covering our bodies..