My office was slightly cramped and my desk was a mess as always. Papers strewn everywhere mixed in with bits of jewelry. I ran my hands through the ...apers looking for the red velvet bag. It was no where to be found. “I know I left it here somewhere” I chuckled looking back at him. “Take you time, I am in no hurry.” He smiled back at me. I opened a drawer and nothing, then another.. nothing. I bent over directly in front of him, a perfect position with my ass spread invitingly. I backed. She smelled of rosewater today. He himself smelled of mostly not much. He’d bathed the night before, at least as much as he could, and he’d dressed in his least-soiled clothing, Compared to the average kid and the average person on the streets at that time and in that era, he was clean.“Shall we begin, Roger?” She pointed to the chair near her.Begin what, the thought came into his mind immediately, even if he knew she meant language.“Yes, Mistress Sandrine.”She patted his knee. “You may call me. "Okay then, I'll go now and make a start," he said, starting to dress.Janes smiled to herself, euphoric with her idea of an organic painting. Thrilled with the prospect of at least two weeks of uninterrupted sleep.CHARLOTTE Charlotte sat in the living room with its antique-like furniture. Huge dark armchairs with dark wooden tables and cupboards surrounding the vital asset of the room. The television set. Charlotte sat with her knees drawn up under her chin as she nursed a cup of coffee. She. She sat down on the arm of the Love sat with her legs spread widely. Want a piece of me, do ya? Bad? she asked, Bad I nodded.' She leaned forward, and ran her hands slowly down her legs, then back up again. Her eyes never leaving mine she repeated the process running those fingers with the brightly painted nails slowly down those thighs, then back up those thighs under that teddy. Like that baby? she asked in a husky voice, "I think I got what you want right here. She lifted one leg and.