We both sat on the couch and began to chit chat about dressing while having a glass of wine. She was very pretty and passable and I just kept staring ...t her long stockinged legs. It didn’t take long for the wine to kick in and she asked if I wanted to touch them. Of course you don’t have to ask me twice. We sat closer to each other and I began to stroke her thighs. I would stroke her legs for a while and she would stroke mine. She then began to feel up my skirt and rub my clitty making me. Chuckling at his own words, he opened the passenger door of the dark Mercedes. She slid in, trying to do it as elegantly as she’d been taught.The leather felt cool through her thin dress.He was a gentleman, Parker had said, a gentle man, and maybe he was. He’d smiled and opened the door for her, hadn’t he? He also dressed well. And he didn’t touch her ­– not in the car, nor in the restaurant he took her to.But his eyes did – and so did his voice.His gaze was all over her from the moment she. I’m so silly, I should have knocked, I —‘ She was floundering and humiliated, and I realized the only words that could save the moment had to be humorous. ‘Hell Nicola, I’ve ordered coffee and Room Service sends up you instead. What’s this joint coming to?’ I cracked. ‘The coffee machine’s in that overblown butler’s pantry. I need a double long black, and you’d better get something for yourself while you’re at it.’ I smiled at her. ‘I know it’s your first executive retreat — but how many. I want to fuck you all night. I’m insatiable.”“Insatiable, are you?”“Yes, I love to fuck!” She looked up at me while I slowly pulled my cock out of her pussy and looked at her wild hair splayed on the backseat of my car and thought about her being a college teacher, a feminist who taught young women to be on guard against being exploited.“Good! Let’s get going. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”We quickly got dressed and noticed the lights in the bar were out and the neon sign was turned off..