"Lubricant." Ba'ith raised an eyebrow. "I love Meiko."
Alger swallowed hard. "How do you know she left it? It could be poison or something."
"Only Meiko is corny enough to leave a purple lotus as her calling card. She must have brought it here discretely when we were …ah, otherwise occupied." Ba'ith returned to the bed and poured some of the oil into his palm. He stroked it seductively over his twitching c**k letting his eyes rove hungrily along Alger's body.
"That's odd - Meiko being discreet, I mean. Um..." Alger bit his lip and winced appreciatively at Ba'ith, mesmerized by his rhythmically pumping fist. "Not you stroking your …I mean… I don't think that's odd…"
"Oh?" Ba'ith inclined his head slightly, a sexy, lazy, half smile on his lips. "What do you think it is then?"
"Hot as he
