The window was finished and he stood looking at her appreciatively. She smiled softly. "Shall we go upstairs now... to the bedroom?" she suggested, he... voice a little husky. He followed her upstairs watching her hips sway, his eyes crawling over her slim legs sheathed in flesh-cloured stockings so thin that they were barely visible. His cock became hard and stiff as he imagined them slithering round his neck as he fucked her.In the bedroom were two single beds. Henry's, already made up, was. ...well....expressive....playful....sexy. And..." Wait," she again interrupted. There was a brief pause, at which time I felt a thump on my thighs. Looking down, I saw those two stockinged feet wiggling happily in my lap. "While we talk, you wouldn't mind massaging my feet for me, would you? They've been trapped in those heels all day and could use a nice rub. So go ahead and rub them while you tell me what it is you like most about them. And what do you mean my feet are expressive? That's an. She could feel her breathing deepen. If the anteroom was meant to put visitors to Xanadu in a sexual frame of mind, it was doing its job. Jane shook her head, she had to get her focus off her cunt, she had to get it onto the story. But… suddenly, Fanderpeice was standing right behind her. ‘Interesting pictures aren’t they?’ he said, his voice almost a whisper. He continued, ‘You know, they were all painted by one of our member artists.’ Fanderpeice leaned closer to Jane. He pointed at one of. He goes about his work but with a more confident air than he had. Rather than just fixing errors others made in their work, Tim now points them out to his coworkers and make them correct them. Only a small thing, but making a point loudly that he is no longer everyone’s dupe. His manager notices the changes, and Tim is now making others responsible for their own work. He is happy to see that Tim is willing to work with his colleagues to understand how and why changes are needed. He hopes Tim.