My hands were moving on her waist and her back as we were sitting on the sofa and slowly i removed the knot tied on her blouse behind. That sent chill... into her and she shivered. We knew where it was leading and she suggested to get into the bedroom.When we entered and she closed the door, i saw it was already all set for a tempting night. I hugged her from behind, moved her hair aside from her neck and started kissed her nape by blowing my hot breath on her nape. and my right hand was rubbing. You reach for your jacket but I have beaten you to it and carefully fold it over my arm. You look at me knowing you will have to walk out without any cover, you then lean forward and kiss me saying “You evil bastard.” Then pushing out your chest you walk out in front of me enjoying the gaze of some admiring eyes and the comments of the burly bouncers as we leave. We quickly jump in a taxi and speed home.On arriving home we have a quick brandy and then go up to bed. I undress you telling you how. I mean my right hand was mybest friend. But I really fucked things up. I totally embarrassed her,and she didn't talk to me for days.I'm sharing this story just to demonstrate how innocent I was.So, my story starts when I was in the big house using one of the manyGreenfield computers. I was in their kitchen while mom was making thefamily their dinner.And here comes William. Mom didn't like him. She said some strangethings in Polish about him. She'd mumble them so really she was sayingthem to. Having a piss, Frances pulled down her tracksuit bottoms, having made an earlier decision to throw it away and revert to her selection of smart business suits and stockings, combined with her trademark of impossibly high heeled stilettos. Her urine flowed as strong as always while Frances examined first the inner crotch section of her very very expensive tracksuit finding no tell tale stains. With a satisfied smirk, she checked the gusset of her flowery patterned briefs, which was clean too..