And whichever it was, did Rachel feel the same way about it? “I thought I heard voices, and then I realized, there’s only one person whose coming calling at this time on Italian night.” Noticing it was his son’s room I had just exited and not the bathroom, he gave me a quizzical look. Fleetingly, I hoped that the camera wasn’t catching my face, as I was sure it was locked in something akin to dumbfounded surprise. “Are you coming back?” Her voice drifted through the house, sounding soft, plaintive. “I’m going to come back. “Come on in, come on in, we’re just about to serve dinner,” Julie beckoned, opening the screen door wider for me. What was he thinking? Not to mention, those were women who I was actively involved with at the time, who had a reason to try and please me beyond owing me a debt. Unlike our experience in my basement sex-dungeon, this time the impacts drove her to new heights of arousal.
