Soon after the ceremony was finished and everyone had said their congratulations, Morgan grabbed Eva's hand and dragged her with him toward his cabin.nn"But, but.," she protested as she noticed the knowing glances the crewmembers sent them.nn"Just let them stare," Morgan chuckled. "They aren't mated so they must still be on duty," he sent his soldiers a knowing glance and saw them return to their work. nn"Come along here, honey," Morgan said as he opened the door to his cabin and took her inside. A short command and the door closed behind them. Locking them inside. "Finally alone," Morgan said in a relieved tone as he let his eyes roam all over her body, heating her once again. "Now, how about repeating that look-over you gave me in there?" he suggested.nnEva looked at him. Why not? It was embarrassing to know that everyone of his crew knew exactly what they were up to, but hadn't they known all along what had occurred in her prison cell? And now that they were mated they were allowed to have sex -- it was even anticipated. She shoved away any thoughts about them being enemies and gave him a sultry smile.nn"Why not," she said aloud, before moving her hand to her suit and slowly opening it, revealing her naked breasts underneath. At once she had Morgan's undivided attention and he stared at every part of her skin at she slowly revealed more to him. She moved her hands to her braid, and took off the hairpins, letting her long hair flow freely over her shoulders.nnMorgan gasped and came closer all of a sudden.

and then? Nothing.nnAfter that night ended, with me sneaking out of the door at one in the morning before her husband Paul came home? Nothing.nnBack in work after the New Year, she was the same as she'd ever been with me. I knew that she couldn't act differently in the office, but I'd thought that there would be a call, a message, or an e-mail – something. Something to acknowledge what we'd done; done over and over, on her sofa, in the shower. Nothing.nnWork became torturous. As I say, she was the same as she'd ever been with me – the same way she had been when just the thought of fucking her was driving me wild. After we'd actually done it, every smile as she passed my desk, every time I got her a coffee, watching her walk around the office; it was hellish. She was still wearing the same variety of either smart business suits that showed off her curves or just-about-appropriate-for-the-office dresses with high slits and low necklines that showed off everything. I obsessed over her at my desk, snatching glances when I could – her desk was in my line of sight, sitting removed from me in it's separate office – my eyes pouring over her.nnShe'd let her hair grow and it hung down to her shoulders, framing her bone structure, her high cheekbones and strong jaw-line that tapered off to her delicate chin, preventing her face from losing it's femininity. Her eyes, a delicate shade of blue that kept them twinkling and mischievous, always topped with a permanently arched eyebrow so it seemed. Her figure. Oh, many work-hours lost contemplating her figure – it's outline against her clothes – full, curved and welcoming.nnI'd pondered all this over and over, of course; but now I had immediate context for it all. Her hair? Remembering how it felt between my fingers or draped across my stomach as she kissed me.

NINEnnOn my way back to my office, I bumped into Jane in the corridor. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a ream of copy-paper in the other. When she saw me, she dipped her head, muttered hello, and tried to move by me.nn'Back to your old clothes again,' I said, nodding towards her brown, calf-length corduroy skirt and olive-green long-sleeved t-shirt.nn'I'm late for a meeting,' she said, risking a glance in my direction.nn'I'm guessing you're back in the old underwear as well.'nn'You said this was over. You said if I . if I did what you asked, you'd leave me in peace.'nnI toyed with the idea of taking her back to my office, showing her the footage of me spanking her pert young buttocks, of her brown eyes widening as my cock slid in and out of her mouth. Instead I said:nn'Tell me if you're wearing the underwear, and I'll leave you in peace.'nnShe hesitated, her eyes casting round as if looking for help.nn'I threw them out,' she said.nn'Shame,' I said. 'Dave would probably have enjoyed them as much as I would.'nn'Please don't do this,' she said. 'Please just leave me alone.'nnWith that, she dodged past me and walked quickly away.nnI continued on my way back to my office, but at the last moment I took the stairs up another flight and went to Gemma's office instead. Catherine, her secretary looked up from her computer-screen.

It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related her experience of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards, whilst Jake, the actor, had a delightful story about an African tribe whose Princess found her Prince.nnChapter Eighteen - The Author's Tale: Which one will win Delia?nnThe host, Robert, told the group over breakfast that the weather conditions were improving. It was confidently expected that help would arrive the next day. Just seven days after they were trapped inside the roadhouse. Although the guests had taken advantage of their situation, it would come as a relief to return to normal. Besides, the food in the freezer wouldn't last forever!nnSo they all set to after breakfast to do the chores, tidy the rooms, and generally restore the roadhouse to its pristine, top class condition, in readiness for a final day of erotic tales, of fun and games. All the guests except Susan and George, had recounted tales of a wide variety. Today, hey too would have a story to tell.nnSusan was a novelist. A short jolly lady of thirty-five, with red hair arranged in bubbles. Her green eyes and small upturned nose, were set in a round face. Slightly round shouldered, her breasts were long and pointed to brown cone-shaped nipples resting on her rounded belly.