Of course he disagreed with me on where they would look best. He said he was an expert on this and would put them where they looked best. Bill said th...t he had been watching my house for some time and had noticed a lot of men coming in the evening and staying pretty late. Then he asked me rather boldly “What are you Shela a prostitute”. I was shocked at his directness but decided to play along. No Bill, I’m not a prostitute, Jerry is very successful and we have all the money we will ever need.. Taking her hand he led up her up the stairs to the bedroom. The lights were out and the heavy curtains closed; the only lights being flickering candles scented with rose hip. He turned toward her and smiled, all doubts about her being there leaving his mind ‘I’m glad you came’ he murmured.‘I haven’t yet,’ she smirked and with those three words he knew that the day was going to be a special one Ripping open his robe she devoured his body and stiffening cock with eyes that spoke of the pleasures. "OH .. You like to suck cock, don't you?" I say as I shove more and more into her mouth.She is still rubbing her pussy as she licks and sucks my hard cock deep into her mouth, taking all that she can and a little more. Pulling her hair I fuck her mouth roughly, making her gag as it hits her throat. "Suck my cock you slut! Show me what a whore you are!" I give her mouth a few more strokes then take it away from her. "Get up and turn around! Now bend over!" Kneeling behind her I spread her. Trapped in their demure excessively modest ankle length navy dresses, white blouses buttoned to the collar and tightly cuffed at their wrists. Sweet young bodies denied their natural flaunting tease of attraction by a rigorous century old rule book that imprisoned breasts and soft thighs in unflattering, unappealing and deliberately unattractive clothes. Traditional old school blazers and white gloves added to the impersonal uniformity. However, their lively, sneaky, devilish eyes always gave.