The Turk was truly appreciative. He was satisfied that his well-honed eye for delectable female flesh had not let him down. She was a beauty all right. Her movements in the shower were dainty and graceful, as her gently swaying form had persuaded him when he had watched her walking on the street. In fact, it was that gentle sway, that suggestion of grace and delicacy, which had led him to pick her out. There were a million good-looking women in New York. The trick was to pick out the best.
He was admiring her sumptuous n*****s and areolae when Cheryl turned off the shower. She had been tempted to remain in there forever, but she knew it could not be. She knew that she would have to face whatever was coming from this man and she garnered her courage to confront whatever it was. Besides, th
