"I suppose so. We can learn to do other things, as long as we agree that sex is the bed." he chuckled.
"Unless you count brick walls and trash the nicest scenery." He shrugged. Lucien didn't brag, but he also didn't down play his sexual escapades. "But if we do it I think we need to get a tent. I am sure Emerson would have one lying around somewhere." He started to laugh. "Wouldn't it be so funny if Emerson looked out his window and saw his cousin getting fuck by the cousin's slave? I can just see his face."