Ryan takes the wineglass from my fingers, setting it down on the table. There's that look in his eye. "Time to retire, I think."
I take a shot at demure... "I think so, yes." ... But as his nostrils flare, realise I have failed miserably.
He presses against my thigh, oh, so lightly... And my already warm p***y purrs. Several hours of waiting and the promise of the kind of incandescent s*x Ryan offers, have me teetering on the brink.
Which was of course entirely his intention with the day's earlier performance.
"We're going to bed," announces Ryan. "It's been a long day for us."
Voices call around us. Heads nod.
"Of course. Goodnight."
"See you in the morning."
"Sleep well."
I don't believe I'll be sleeping for a while yet.
As we exit, Michael, eyes creasing, waves towards the tr
