We just can’t wait. Working on a deadline, y’know?’ ‘Who are you?’ The laugh came again. ‘No one you need to concern yourself about. Think...of us as special antique dealers, you have something we want. It’s as simple as that.’ Vincent looked up from the floor. ‘You’re here for antiques? Not money or other loot? What do I have that would make you do this?’ He watched as the man who’d broken the door began to wander the shop, like he was…listening…for something. The first man shrugged, and tapped. Every time I bent down to polish the coffee table or wipe the dust off the chairs my ladies made me aware of their existence. I could feel my nipples stiffening. Just to feel them so free drove sensations down to the valley between my legs. I clenched my thighs together. That felt so good that I did it a few times more. The clenching brought, as I knew it would, a little trickle into my panties."Keep your hand away, Susan, you've done so well denying yourself so far,” I reprimanded myself.. As she continued to stock the shelves she bent forward and revealed her beautifully round arse cheeks that were shaped by her skin-tight black leggings. They were tightly stretched as the material spread across her curvy figure and it was clear to see that Sam was wearing a black thong underneath as the silhoutted black outline was visible through her leggings.My eyes were transfixed on her delicious arse cheeks and as she moved up and down between dishwasher to shelves - her booty gave out a. They moved back to the entryway and climbed up the stairs with smiles on their faces. Again, they started by checking out the left side of the house, moving from the split staircase and onto the catwalk that lined the side of the second story. Just past the final step of the staircase was an open doorway on the right, granting access to one of the hallways connecting the two parts of the chateau. All of the doors on the left catwalk were entrances to guest bedrooms, each with a personal.