I told him I could print those for him and have them delivered to his room. He thanked me and suggested that I might deliver them myself, IF I didn't ...ind. I smiled coyly, laid my hand on his and assured him that I would personally deliver the list within the hour. Mr. Hughes thanked me, held my glance with those beautiful hazel eyes and then quickly headed up to his suite. I rushed around the counter to get started printing his list, when suddenly the front desk phone rang. My night shift. .Her hand reached between my legs and with a nasty chuckle she clipped the front of my tight panties back into place. Once again encasing my cock in the unyielding rubber garment. "There that's better!" She crooned, pulling my skirt back into place and arranging it and me to her liking.Gently but with incessant pleasure she pushed me to my knees until our positions were a reverse of how we had been. Kneeling in front of her I looked up at her magnificent body as she pulled her dress off and. How I long to feel her touch again.Sheldon was the daughter of a mine owner in the North Somerset coalfield. He had become extremely rich and, like Susan Lister in ‘Gentleman Jack,’ Sheldon had inherited a large fortune on her parents’ deaths. Unlike Liste,r she did not run the family business but used her wealth to educate herself, maintain her household and pursue her passion for travel. Their story began to reveal itself to me and I became enthralled as I read their sometimes very explicit. " What if I asked you to ... dump your coffee on the floor, and then use your sweater to clean it up?"Abbie looked at Jake, shrugged, and then poured her coffee on the floor. "Seems kind of a waste of time, coffee, and maybe even my sweater. But what the heck, I'll do it!" She unbuttoned her cardigan and then crawled on the floor to mop up the spilled coffee. "You know, no one has ever asked me do anything like this. It seems kind of pointless. Who would get pleasure out of asking something.