Nothingelse was important right now except getting some long delayed sexualrelief.Dean was aware of a black stare from the maid - her ID badge read'Lu...y' - as he walked slowly down the hall way. She obviously thoughthe was being rude, but frankly he didn't care what she thought. Hewas a guest after all, and she was just staff.Navigating the stairwell was tricky in three inch heels. Deangripped the hand rail as he descended one step at a time. By the timehe reached the basement level, he was. I nodded as he leaned in and kissed me lightly, at first. Sweat, his subtle cologne, and our need seemed to swirl. My mouth parted and his tongue slid in. I moaned as his hand caressed my cheek.We looked at each other like horny teenagers as we walked to the elevator in the condo building, unsure whether to grab each other’s hand, not knowing where it was going but wanting it to continue. The elevator arrived and people stepped out. As the doors closed I kissed him and then asked, yours or. She was dressed in a light blue shortsleeved shirt and black above the knee skirt. She looked all business, obviously worked in some of the big offices nearby. I pushed the door wide open and the girl slid past me, entering the elevator. I smelled her perfume – delicate aroma of fresh flowers. “Thanks,” she said with a gasp, then scanned the tight cell squeamishly. “What floor?” I asked, pulling the wooden grate closed. “Fifth.” I pressed the worn button and the elevator sprang to life. It. He opened his mouth wide. She was wetter than normal he thought to himself. She squirmed and clenched her muscles a little, pushed, and out it slid. Into his mouth, Silky from her juices. All ninety four uncut, almost flawless, most likely blue white carats of it. The Duchess let out a long moan, and then handed Kinghorn a small silver tray with a crisp clean white napkin on it. Kinghorn removed the stone from his mouth and placed it on the tray, on top of the napkin, as she gestured. She.