"Tell me what you think of my maid," the lady inquired. "Don't you think she's quite pretty?" Oh yea," he replied warmly, "I think she's a stone fox."...I've always thought that she has beautiful legs," the lady informed him. "Of course, if you want to judge properly, you really need to see her legs without stocking, don't you think? Would you like to see her naked legs?"He did not know what her game was, but he quickly decided to play. "I must agree," he said with a smile, "you do need to see a. My lustful examination was interrupted by Kyra’s hand on my leg. She was shaking it to get my attention. I felt my face blush, I hoped she had not noticed me checking her out.We quickly got busy studying. Her mom brought us some cookies and soda to snack on. Before long it was lunch time. Her dad went out for some pizza and we took a break and consumed it. After we ate we went back to work.It was a little past one when her mom came in and told her that she and Kyra’s dad had to run to one of. “I want you” is all she could whisper, in a voice sosoft it was like a flower being brushed across his ear.She didn’t know to what capacity she meant, the wordshad fallen from her mouth before her brain couldproperly analyze the situation. “I’ve always wanted you” he replied, feeling a littleshort of breath. She laid under him, so beautiful yethelpless, it made him feel powerful yet completelyscared shitless of what he should do next. He leaned back to sit. The recording session had predictably wrapped up late, but she and her father were finally headed home. Unfortunately so was everyone else, and their limousine was firmly stuck in the kind of traffic jam that made Los Angeles infamous. The limo had today's paper in it, and Tanya scanned through it for something to relieve her boredom while the limo driver unintentionally taught her several new, inventive imprecations.It had obviously been a slow news day, for buried on Page 3 was a full-page.