[Poggio]

There was no well deep enough to fill with the shame he felt. His fingers curled into Ambrosia's legs hard enough to pierce the fabric of his slacks with half moons. Galvin's libido fought with his pride, ultimately the later won out as he stuck the platinum shackle into his breast pocket. It was always a dance on the edge he noticed, as his mind went back to the dinner shared at the sea food restaurant. Galvin led the other to the private rooms, not to particular about the room he was selecting. For a long time he left the other inside as his boss ran the card. He was sure to give the other the rest of his night. Locking the door behind him, he walked back into the room tossed the card at the Garagin lounging on the couch. “You have a private lesson until 4 am, in which the club closes.” As he walked he gave a small sultry walk towards the other, shoving the other down on to the plush seating. Galvin loomed over the other letting his teeth pull the hem of Ambrosia's shirt from the confides of his belt. The flesh beneath it was cooling to the couch. Kisses turned to nibbles, nibbles into lavished suckling and suckling into wild beast like groping as the pencil skirt was hitched up and the belt that held Ambrosia's pants was discarded. He let out his shame, taking it out in teeth marks and thrust.