The crystal stems waited next to the uncorked wine on a lacquer tray. The tray sat atop the first of two tables that flanked the three matching chairs. Tonas entered behind Jonal, watching as his Firefly shrugged off vest and trews. The fine view of Jonal’s bubble ass had his c**k diamond hard. Anya curled up in the right corner of the bed looking edible in the pink robe. Tonas poured; as usual, they worked in perfect synchronization. Jonal picked up two glasses. He crossed the room to hand one to Anya. Her eyes were round with wonder at his nakedness. “Do you like what you see, Pa Mici?” Jonal raised one eyebrow in question.
Anya chuckled, “Jonal, if egos were rivers you’d be the Amazon.” Although she reached out for the proffered wine and sipped delicately, her eyes remained focused on
