So, now that we’ve settled those matters you can fucking leave. I need to eat and I need to make a living and you’re standing in the way of both,�...� I said.“Look Jim, let’s talk a bit. Would that be all right? I’m not here to cause you any trouble or grief. Really I’m not,” he said.For whatever reason, I shrugged; it was shrug tinged with bitterness, and I’m sure he got the message, but it was a shrug nevertheless. “Get to it,” I said.The man across from me sighed, as well he might. “Would it be. ‘But Sire, I am done.’ With her skirt around her waist and his hands caressing the firm globes of her ass, he said ‘I am not.’ She felt him move in closer, the soft leather of his pants brushing the backs of her legs and his hands quickly undoing the laces of her dress. He pushed the dress down off her smooth shoulders until it hung in loose folds around her wrists. Her hands pushed into the soft mattress as she struggled to keep from falling face first onto the sheets. Warm, skilled hands slid. These days, I am working from home.Since the time I was a boy, I was mostly out of home at school, playing with friends, then in college and hostel, and then out working for 10 hours a day. I have hardly ever been at home, awake, for more than one or two hours a day, and many days and months and years, I have been away from home altogether. So I had not been close to my mother or father, nor did I know much about them, their likes and dislikes, their relationship, or other habits. But this. Allison felt Sam's warm tongue brush over her bottom lip as she thrust it into her mouth. Allison was on the brink of losing it. She abruptly opened her eyes, gently pushing Sam back. Sam looked at her, eyes glazed over with pleasure."Sam, are you su-" Sam placed a thin finger over her lips."Shh. Yes, Al, I want you NOW!"She brought her lips to Allison's neck, brushing them softly across her skin. Allison moaned, the last sliver of resolve slipping away. She laid back on the couch, pulling Sam.