“How can I help you?” asked the girl.“I’m here to see John about a job. He should be expecting me” Pammy replied.The girl lead pammy into a ...inghy room and pointed down the hall.“2nd door on your left” she said before heading off through another door, leaving Pammy alone.Pammy composed herself, adujusting her black skirt and white button up top to ensure she was well presented and headed off down the hall. She reached the door and gave it a strong tap.“Come in” a voice bekoned.Pammy opened the. Rather than break the kiss, he continued it down her jawline, to her graceful swan neck."You taste delicious." he murmured, and nibbled lightly at the skin there. While his mouth devoured her flesh, kissing her over and over, his hands picked up pace, caressing the flesh of her thighs beneath the skirt, outlining her panties with her fingers. She stiffened up when he cupped the mound of her cunt, pressing two fingers lightly through the fabric and massaging her hole in light circular motions,. He pulled her hand toward his crotch, so she could feel his throbbing cock. She wasn't disappointed, and said it felt very fat and could even feel the thick ridge of the head of his shaft through his pants. He then asked her if she could remove her panties, so he could feel her wetness better. She said of course, when she got up to go to the ladies room, he held her there, and asked her to take them off at the table. She hesitated a moment, then lifted herself off her seat slightly, and. The thought of it caused a stir in her belly, and a slight wetness in her pussy.“But I don’t even know your name.” she said, suddenly.“Nor I yours, my lady.” The young man smiled, and pushed his shoulders back, standing proud. “I am the Count Von Barrovia, last heir to the Castle and lands of the Barrovian family.”Josephine kept a straight face. The Barrovian’s had died out centuries ago, everyone knew the tale. The last Count had taxed the people so much that they could take it no longer. They.