He’s tall — six feet, three, well built, good looking and reasonably intelligent. Formerly a major in the Special Air Service (SAS), and then both...an investment banker and a private investor in the City of London, he is now at loose ends. In the SAS he ... I’m sorry, mistresses, but I’m really not at liberty to tell you what he did while in SAS, but he has six medals for heroism and for wounds suffered in action. Furthermore, he is a knight commander of the military order of the Bath, as well. I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s intelligent. He’s older than me but not enough that we don’t share experiences. That’s when my hands start to grace over my nipples over my shirt. My fingers just lightly feather over the little nubs as they become hard. I walk into his office. He glances at me over his book. He arches an eyebrow and starts reading, “I can’t help myself from running a finger. He liked it that way, sometimes, and he knew she did too. Gently forcing his way into her, then out, then in a little deeper, one hand on her hip, the second twined in her red hair. She was swearing under her breath, cursing him, begging him to fuck her. As always, the message was a little mixed. He could feel her loosening up, getting wet, and taking a firm grip on her ass and her hair, he thrust all the way into her and was rewarded by a groan of pain and lust. “Didn’t your momma ever teach. Waking up in the middle of the night I found myself entwined withAmy, I wonder what to do but as it felt so good being held and holding Amy Ijust went back to sleep.We were woken up by Sarah the next morning who didn't seem too surprised tosee Amy was there. Amy was sent home to get ready for work while Sarahhelped me. Today was a going to be summer dress day I was given a pale greenfloral patterned dress that had a billowy skirt, a full slip, floral pantiesand matching bra and pair of floral.