Once again, I should havestopped. I could see she was turning a little red, but then she asked meto go on. Am I like the stupidest guy in the world, o... what? I told herI was thinking about running my fingers up her thigh and feeling my handgo under the material of her skirt. I said that I wanted to keep myright hand on her stockings and let my left hand go up under her skirt.She just smiled at me and gave me one of those looks that tell the guythat she wanted me to continue on.I looked around. You like it." He reaches into my skirt and sticks two fingers in my pussy. "See? You're wet." He gets up again and starts removing my clothes until im naked.Then...all I hear is silence. "He-he-hello?"I feel a fist hit my face. "What did I say?!" he sighs, "Why do you make me hurt you? I dont want to hurt you. You are honestly the most beautiful woman Ive ever had. Id hate to ruin that pretty little fasique of yours." I lay back flat on the bed. "I'll make you deal.", his voice is calm, "If you. "This is highly irregular!"The old man moved closer to the still cloaked woman, a young woman by the sounds of her voice. "I know your voice child, as I know your scent." The old man spoke. "Reveal yourself to this Senate. You are in no danger here."The young woman reached up slowly to pull open the cloak and allow it to fall from her shoulders to dangle on the piece of fabric tied around her neck. She reached up and pulled back the hood to reveal deeply tanned and flawless skin of rich bronze. "Sake? It's a good vintage, it might help calm your nerves" he stated, more than asked as he poured an ample quantity into my flat saucer-like cup. I didn't touch it, I didn feel like drinking. I didn't want to drink. Not right now" Alright miss Jones; I want you to slowly recount your story for me, once more please. From the start this time.2 He sat himself down in the chair opposite to me. Removing his standard issued military visor hat to reveal a clean-shaven head that gave the already.