‘What's your name?’ I ask him; not knowing if he will answer me.‘My name, my lady, is Michael, Sir Michael,’ he whispers as he gently pushing ...is fist in, stroking in and out, constantly checking I am ok, and can take his full hand. Pushing right into my cunt, he hears my guttural moan. I lift my thighs to meet his fist, this gives him the go-ahead to carry on. He fist-fucks me hard, I know I am going to cum again very quickly and I do, I can't stop trembling. He carries on, relentlessly. In the reflection, I watch him as he takes off his leather jacket. His dark, slightly curly brown hair loosely rests on his shoulders. And those eyes. Even through the dark window’s reflection they’re a piercing sea blue. Oh, what I would do to be able to dive deep into those blue pools of light and float away into oblivion. I shake my head, not quite believing how taken in I am by this man’s beauty. And how much I really want him to fuck me.I pour the boiling water in the mugs, give them a. .. Edward, I know who you need. If your man can take a telegram into Driffield, she will be here in two weeks. My lab assistant, Mia, is a mathematical whiz and uses the Babbage engine at the British Library regularly. If your problems lend themselves to a mathematical solution, she'll find it." Mia? Oh, yes. Beaufort told me about her. He said that not only was she fully the equal of any professor of mathematics but she was a copulist, as well, and an extremely skilled one. He claimed she wore. So I think having a maid for a week would be perfect. I think that type of menial labor suits you well." "Fine, if you win I'll be your maid for a week. And if I win, you are my slave for the weekend. Anything I want, you do; no questions asked. What do you say?" "You can have whatever you want; I was just trying to decide where I should have you start. Probably the bathroom; John and his buddies were over last night. I still can't understand how grown men have such a hard time aiming." I.