<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/antonio_magro_17ockmq-17ocktl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>CockRobin<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsor's former rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne, Cromwell, Nick, Frankie<br/><strong>When:</strong>half past four<br/><hr/><br/>Robin was kind in the respect that he didn't pick up his pace as he thrust his hips in and out, he grabbed Vivienne's hips to pace himself but he he was least not working her body harshly, yet.<br/><br/>He suspected that, though her words were denying it, that something in this woman was enjoying it, there had to be a reason that Cromwell contacted Nick. Nick was responsible for Frankie and he being there and he suspected, though he would not ask, but he suspected that no one was aware they where there.<br/><br/>“Damn fine pussy.” He said as his voice grew husky as his heart rate rose. He kept his words few, but he knew it would be a matter of time before this woman would be begging for more. He didn't know what was in the pills, he didn't know who the creator was, but she would be addicted, not only to the pill but to the feeling soon enough. The few that had taken it, that he had been told about proved that.<br/>