I remember wanting to visually inspect her parts, but that was against her rules and she would not relent. I fondly remember her starting to grind he... pussy against my cock. In short order I had both hands on her butt and was encouraging and grinding back. Then somewhere in all this I got my hand under her and felt a very large sopping wet vagina. Never got to look at it. I guess I was too rough as she almost jumped off. Then came the magic words. She told me she had to be in control,. Now I was getting erection but still controlled myself. To my surprise she asked me sir how many girls you have slept with. I tried to be very smart and gave a prompt answer 2. Then I asked why you asked me this question she smiled and said can I ask you something. I said Yes.She asked if I can make love to her. I almost fell from my chair. What on earth is she talking. She said her husband is not able to satisfy her hence she has asked this. I was completely speechless and there was a silence. But I must not forget one grand point." Which?" That I have been singularly assisted." Nonsense." I have, indeed." By circumstances?" No; by you." By me? Not at all, prince," said Monte Cristo laying a marked stress on the title, "what have I done for you? Are not your name, your social position, and your merit sufficient?" No," said Andrea, --"no; it is useless for you to say so, count. I maintain that the position of a man like you has done more than my name, my social position, and my. She had simply nodded before pointing, "Sure. Well here's your room, there's the bathroom, kitchens there, anything else you need?" Know anywhere nice around here to go for a drink?" He'd asked with a subtle flirtatious edge, giving her his brightest smile again, knowing there was likely no way he'd be lucky enough that she'd be interested in him like that. After all, though he knew he was easy on the eyes, albeit not in a broad masculine manner but more for his own boyish charm and beauty,.