Damon threw his eyes away from my left boob before I felt ashamed of how exposed it was. He walked into the shower with his business suit on, despite knowing that the lady in there was very much naked.
He stepped out again to get her a towel so she could cover herself with before he went back to his room to get his own bathrobe. The lady, probably in her mid-twenties, sat on the bed in her room, exchanging shy glances with me.
In no time Damon returned and led the lady out of the room. I took my bath and left the room as well.
Damon confirmed he was indeed taking me somewhere, but the lady who was with us was also in the car. The more I looked at her, the more I found out who she was. She was the lady that was with Damon the other day, who was in a tight bun with a primitive glass; she
