It’s time now. I can tell. I know her. She likes to talk a little dirty when she is close. It’s when she gives up all control of a man and opens h...rself up for him.She spreads just a little wider and grabs the cheeks of his ass with her hands. She lets him withdraw until the head of his dick is almost completely out and then uses both hands to pull him back in so deep that his tightened ball sack is almost going inside her. She stops commanding with her words. Her tone begins to urge and. "What do you want young man?" She asked."Margaret said to call in any time I was passing," I told her."MARGARET! You mean Lady Margaret, she never said anything to me about this," she replied to my question.I heard a shuffle behind the lady and I saw Margaret."Denis, how lovely, Joan this is Denis Lady Gertrude's bodyguard, when he calls in future you let him in, I have invited him to call any time," Margaret said to Joan"Come in. Come in," she said as she took my arm and let me into her den.. She desperately wanted to feel loved, but more than that she wanted to be loved by him. She waited, with bated breath for his reply."If I'd taken advantage of you last night I'd have lost your respect and deserved to lose it. I turned away from you so that you didn't get to feel what was happening to me. As for not finding you attractive, I think I've just shown that I do."Her heart beat faster as she listened to his reply. She wanted him, this much she knew, but could she really wait for him. Her gorgeous looks came from her mother while her dark hair and slightly olive complexion – – inherited from her Italian father, along with her surname – – had been an almost irresistible mix when coupled with a trim waist, a perfect, round ass and the best surgically enhanced breasts money could buy. Breasts which nobody other than herself had seen naked for years. Sure, the photo-shoots had been sexy, a mix of normal street clothes one week and lingerie the next, but Debbie had never gone.