RICHARDCharlotte is shaking violently. James pauses before her, touches her cheek, then drops to his knees, his face pressed to her sex.She responds with a drawn-out wail, trying to arch....Tonguing her clit?I take a moment to watch Michael with Elizabeth. Kneeling upright on the end of the four-poster, she's turned to face us but her eyes are closed. Her arms stretched up by a rope and spreader, her waist taut, breasts lifted, he's behind her, supporting her with one hand flat to her belly and doing something from the rear.He says something close by her face and her eyes open, settling on me, watching as, still behind Charlotte, I also kneel, hand-fucking her, gently at first but gradually harder and harder as she grows more and more out of control. Pumping at her, I use a couple of fingers at first, then add a third. I push in, finger-fucking her hard, then harder, twisting as I go, reaching for her sweet spot....Should have asked him if she likes anal....Still..

Our final night. Tomorrow it's back to the airport and the return home. We sit together in what passes for a tea-room in Helsinki, looking out of the window over the square. Mitch flips through a tourist guide. I kiss the hollow of her collarbone where, around her neck, are the emeralds I gave her. "Thank you for wearing them."She turns those eyes on me, deep, deep green; lambent. "They're beautiful. Thank you for giving them to me.""Not as beautiful as you."She sucks at her lip then nods out to the snow-covered square. "It's a lovely statue. It says here..." She holds up the tourist guide... "... that she's called 'The Mermaid' but she looks like a woman to me.""She has a lot of names. 'Merenneito', the Mermaid is what the artist called her. But she's usually called 'Havis Amanda'."She looks briefly at the guide again. "It says too, that students put a cap on her during some festival called 'Vappu'. It must be quite a climb for them."I huff a laugh. "That's not al

The bar is still dressed for Christmas, but at the far side of the room a girl is taking down green and red foil decorations from a tree while a man in blue overalls reaches from the top of a ladder with a screwdriver, fiddling in an electric box, looking back as coloured lights flicker on then off again.Behind the bar, Angelo is doing his 'forever work' of polishing glasses..."What'll it be, Larry?" He reaches towards the bottles..."Just a coffee. It's a bit early.""Coming up."To the hiss of steam from the kitchenette, Frank arrives, briefcase in hand."Hi, Larry. Happy New Year." He glances at his wrist. "Not late am I?""Not at all. I just arrived myself."As we seat ourselves, Angelo arrives with my coffee. "What are you having, Frank?""I'll have a beer. Thanks, Angelo." He lays the briefcase on the coffee-table starting to click it open..."Not just now." I nod towards the door.He follows my gaze, frowning as he puts the case to one side and Mitch sash

JAMESMichael grins, displaying white teeth against his tan. His gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then his eyes drop as he watches himself soft-fucking her.How close is she?Not far off...I press in a little harder, rub a little harder and her head flings back in a wide-mouthed wail. Michael lurches. "Christ, James! Take it easy. You're making her clench..."Is that right?I rub again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. "Come on, slacken off a bit. I'm trying not to..."I keep rubbing..."Ah, fuck it!" And he pitches forward onto his hands, hips juddering against hers. My shaft quivering as I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her to himself, burrowing into her as they climax together.Holy crap...They lie entwined, both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute, Michael's eyes open, drift mine.He kisses into her neck. "I believe," he says, "that your Master would like your mouth around his cock."A hazy

JAMESWe head for the house.Charles. Chad... says nothing, but as I gesture him through to the lounge, Michael and Charlotte following, he swirls around, gives an apologetic nod to Michael, then sweeps Charlotte into his arms, bear-hugging her."God, Jenny, you're here. You're safe." He swings her back and forth. "I tried so hard to find you before they did, but you just vanished and yet here you are...." He stands back, holding her hand, his gaze openly admiring. "And look at you... You look fantastic."Charlotte casts apologetic eyes at Michael then her gaze hovers over mine... She's tense, picking at her fingernails.Nervous?Of my reaction?Perhaps...... before she replies. "So do you, Chad. You've, um, filled out rather since I last saw you."Set her mind at rest...I step forward, offering my hand. "I know Michael introduced us before, but it became a bit confused, didn't it. I'm James. It's good to see Charlotte finding her old friends again."Charlotte