<div class="floatright">(https://res.cloudinary.com/next-management/image/upload/c_fill,f_auto,g_north,h_628,q_auto:best,w_471/v1/photos/jlohx4ksxel5p0xhhh62)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was so much fun even watching Dani. Half the world has to settle for that, but I don't and still, there were days when I would be entirely content to fade into the background, a glass of scotch in my hand and a knowing smile on my face. <br/><br/>Her presence. Her movements. Her carefully chosen words. The batting of her eyes and the swaying of her hips. Everything was designed to captivate. But blessed as she was with real physical beauty, the kind that would sit well both on a throne in paradise or on a pole commanding the weekend rush, it was her mind that made her irresistible. <br/><br/>She could figure anyone out in the time it took to make a coffee and often took particular pleasure at not only finding their fault line but jumping up and down on it. Some, like me, could hold on for long enough to enjoy the full ride. Others, like Lizzy, snapped a little too early. <br/><br/>Perched in my bed, I follow the live feed from the backyard, the newcomer's strength adding to my excitement as she took Dani with nothing holding her back. I couldn't fault her for being so aggressive. There have been long days and glorious nights when that divine brunette had made me feel the same rancorous mix of emotions, teasing within an inch of sanity itself. But it was only ever by design. I live for sex that is long and drawn out.   <br/><br/>"Mmmm, that's it..." I purred at the screen. "Talk dirty to her..." By now there was a torrid heat in Lizzy's eyes. She was already losing herself; lust that had barely had any time to build had consumed her entirely. Her touch grew rougher. It was a miracle none of the costumes got ripped. She was ready. <br/><br/>And so I made my way out of my room, wearing only a set of pajamas, a bottle in one hand and three glasses clinking along in the other. It was just as I was entering the pool house that I saw the little blonde thing raise her hand and bring it down on Dani's cheek, and playful as it was, few if any would've been prepared for that on a first date. <br/><br/>"Careful now," I say walking in with such calm, as though finding two women in one of my beds together was an everyday occurrence. "She likes giving them out and needs <em>a lot</em> of care before she's ready to receive them in return." I start pouring the scotch out and hand one over to Lizzy, my eyes demanding her attention, showing her in the space of a few seconds that I wasn't a rich brat who loves his toys too much. <br/><br/>"It's a 42-year old single malt, prepared in the Scottish Highlands and gifted to the President on his birthday. A friend of mine was at the White House a few months ago and nicked it for me." The stare still remained, a tractor beam from a war ship, potent and unrelenting. <br/><br/>"I want you to try it."</div>