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As the bath filled, Dale headed into the bathroom and I think he peed into the toilet (although I couldn’t hear over the spa water filling), then flushed and washed his hands. I was pleased he washed; men who fail to maintain this basic hygiene standard annoy the hell out of me. I was still standing where he left me, naked. I was even shivering a little as the heating wasn’t on and it was a cool evening. I was aware my nipples remained erect, either from excitement or the evening chill. Dale came back into the room, glanced at the spa and then at me and watching me intently, started to remove his clothes. I felt insecure, just standing Anadolu Yakası Escort there, naked. His clothes were dropped on the floor around him. A scattered mess. I could feel one or two drops of his semen drying into a congealed conglomeration on my chin and neck. Why couldn’t I move? Naked now, Dale smiles and approached me. He puts his arms around me and pulls his face to mine and we kiss passionately. Why do I comply so easily? Why am I such a slut? But I don’t feel that then, I feel it now, sharing it with you. His hands move down my nude back and squeeze my buttocks, kneading them. Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan I don’t know if I was wet the whole time since he led me to his room, but I was acutely aware of my wetness now. Without speaking, he removes one hand and keeping the other on my buttock, leads me to the rapidly filling bath. It’s not quite half full, but he helps me in and I sit in the deepening water. The jets are below the water line and he turns them on and the water begins to move, bubbling, frothing. Dale goes to the small refrigerator in the room, opens the door and brings out a bottle of sparkling Escort Anadolu Yakası wine. I recall thinking that my bar fridge only had a bottle half that size in it. Did he have it in there, ready for us, ready for me? Looking at me across the room, he pulls the cork and it pops with a bang. He produces two glasses from the drawer beside and fills them both. The silence is interrupted when he suddenly rushes over to turn off the taps. “Bloody hell Tanya. Can’t you see it’s about to overflow?” I am still feeling stunned. How did I get into this room? How did I just blow this man who is not my husband? What am I doing here? My only response was a meek, “Sorry.” Dale looked at me with what I recall was a look of exasperation, before turning around and collecting the glasses, handing me one as he enters the bath opposite me. He holds his glass towards me and gazing at me eyes saying, “Here’s to us, for tonight and tomorrow night.” I put my glass to his.
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