.. Stella checked herself, she was about to say, Sir Michael. But instead said Mike. Well erm I thought we might have a glass of wine. Replied Sir Mic...ael. Noticing what a preety face this young lady had. He also noticed all the leather riding tack around Stella's front room that she had been busy cleaning. I m sorry but I er don't drink wine Mike. Replied Stella. Really said Sir Michael, may I ask why not?All the women he new loved a glass of wine or two. It's a long story and a bit. It was French haute cuisine, and was superb. She hastened to inform us that the dinner was due to Kris’s coaching.Finally we were just sitting around the dining table enjoying coffee and cognac when Mom reached out both hands, one to me and the other to Kris. Then looking into Kris’s eyes she asked, “When are you and Cam getting married, Daughter?”Sadly shaking her head, Kris said softly, “We’re not, Mother. We can’t. I’m a whore, remember?”“And there’s no way a girl with your background would. Um... dropped..." She wasscrambling to pick up her purse.I had never had any sort of conversation like this in my life. I hadnever noticed all the nuance that could be in these conversations. Iwondered how many women I spoke with were simply bored by my inabilityto recognize what was going on right in front of my face. I wasenjoying myself immensely. It was delightfully suspenseful as well. Iwondered how he would react after everything I said, and did. I neverimagined that flirting could be. Then amorously, I began to feel and press her gloriously swelling mount of Venus, a finger on each side of its slit. Leah now simply shrieked in her shame and distress, jerking herself convulsively backwards and twisting herself frenziedly. As she was forced to stand on both legs in order to maintain her balance, her cunt was absolutely defenceless, and my eager fingers roved all over it, touching, pressing, tickling, pulling her hairs at their sweet will. Then I began to attack her virgin.