I pulled a pink nipple into my mouth, my tongue working around the taut bud while my hand played with the other. Sophie whimpered and bucked her hips ...gainst my stomach. I switched to the other nipple and watched her reaction. Her mouth had fallen open, bruised lips parted delectably, eyes closed as she writhed from the pleasure. My hands skimmed down her waist to the spot between her legs, my fingers aching to know how aroused she was. I continued to work on her breasts as the touch of her. She had a very cute face. I thought she was beautiful.We got down to business pretty quick. She told me to pull my cock out and start stroking. I did. She sat on the bed beside my and leaned over to take a good look. Her breasts appeared to be plunging out of her top as I looked down her top. That view made my cock even harder. I was stroking furiously and reached down her shirt to play with her titties. That appeared also to be an appropriate non sex maneuver and I played one handed with one. He prefers the term 'FornicatingAmigos'." 'Fornicating Amigos' there was only one person who wouldthink of something that stupid."I can't believe you're rooting Glen!" I practically shouted. If youhad asked me over a month ago what would have been more likely; mebecoming an actual factual girl or Glen and Dot getting it off? I wouldhave answered that although both seemed impossible there would havebeen a better chance of me growing a vagina. Dot was quick to leap to the defensive. "I didn't say. ”He grinned and leaned in to slap my shoulder.“Ha ha ha! Well, you see ... Such a well-dressed gentleman, a servant to a woman ... I was just curious.”“No, I get it.”“But why did you tell me your were her ... what was it? Not butler ... Waiter?”“Valet.”“Valet! Yes! But you run her business!”“Not all of them. She has an interest in dozens of business. I run one business unit and I’m in charge of the IT department for the moment. And I get her a cup of tea from time to time, or carry a suitcase..