Chapter Three
Dinner & The Pool Table
Sappho slept for a few hours. Her breathing was easy and regular and there was an expression of contentment on her face. She barely moved until the time for cocktails and dinner came round so, to ease her out of slumber, I cupped and stroked her breast and nibbled a n****e as it sprang to life. Her smile on awakening was like a new dawn and, without a word, she rolled over on top of me and pressed her nose into mine Eskimo-style.
We both chuckled and my hands went down to her hips to ease apart her buttocks. “That was good!” she murmured, “I never thought it could be so wonderful: fancy getting f****d in the ass on our first date! I must be a w***e!”
Neither of us had any inkling of how this prophecy would be fulfilled.
We kissed and kept our bod
