Qasim slowly stroked his hands over her curves as he released her. A moment he wanted her to remember, the touch he wanted her to be unable to forget, the musk of his body surrounding her, making her so dizzy she was breathing shallow thru her mouth, her cheeks flushing as he moved away.<br/><br/>He would deny her even the touch of his hands. Keeping them busy with limbs thru the path.  Let her rethink her decision in the sudden absence of his touch knowing his presence would be gone as well once he had seen her safely to the bungalow.<br/><br/>Keeping her eager was the key now. Allowing her curiosity and the first taste of what he had to offer fill her with need and drive her desire to a level he could use to his advantage.  He was not unaffected. His cock strained in his shorts. His balls ached and he had trouble keeping a moderate look on his face as he walked.<br/><br/>“Not much further,” He said finally as the bungalows came into view.<br/><br/>He stopped abruptly. Reaching out he took her arm and turned her to face him. His hands on her forearms holding her close without hurting her.<br/><br/>“It has been my pleasure to walk with you, Cassandra Jennings,” and then he smiled fully. “A pleasure to be with you. I must see you again. Are you busy tonight?”<br/><br/><br/>