I kicked my heels off to the side of the sofa and kneeled down pushing his legs apart and pulling him towards me. I raised my eyebrow and reached up t... his belt to undo it when he grabbed my hands pulling me up onto his chest.''Not like this, Lauren. I don't just want you for sex.''He kissed me passionately, slipping his tongue into my mouth and, upon meeting mine, they danced like lovers do. As I sat on his lap I could feel his bulge. I let my hands roam down his arms and across his chest. I. I invited her to get herself into the spa, and asked her if she would like a drink. I bought out a bottle of Champagne and 2 glasses. "Why the Champagne John,?" she asked. "I just thought it would be good to drink in the Spa, bubbles inside and bubbles outside the body." "Good thinking babe," she replied."Why don't you pour sweetie," I said. "Okay."I watched as she opened the champagne and took a mouthful. Her lips looked so luscious as they sipped the drink, I thought of kissing them and also. You're not going to deny you were spying now, are you?" Rose almost bobbed her head yes, but she sensed she couldn't fool the big talking hand. So, she shook her head from side to side, saying no and admitting her guilt at the same time."Good. We're going to get along just fine, you and me. Just looking at you, I can see you don't have any money, so I'll have to set a price on it a different way. A way, you'll soon find out, is well within your ability to pay." The big hand paused and wiggled. She was wearing her red hair down and it looked as suggestively disheveled as it did in her picture. Her long, black, sleeveless dress hugged her ample cleavage but didn't expose it. Her short fingers ended in long oval nails painted a shiny oxblood color, that accented her rosy pale skin. Her makeup was done naturally, unlike most of the overdone Hollywood/LA type girls he was used to meeting. Her brows were shaped, but not filled or exaggerated. Her small, rosy, pouty mouth only had the.