.I like the face I see, and the sparkle in your eyes….. my hands move done the back of your neck and draw you closer … press my cheek on yours and...inhale deeply… mmmmmmmmmmm…. sliding my hands down your back and up your chest… I know I shouldn’t be here, and touching you like this… but now it is beyond me to stop myself… you feel so good and your presence excites me… my hands slide down around you and onto your buttocks, pulling them towards me, I have spread my legs and draw you between them….. Worse than that, her mother made it clear to her that she should be prepared to stay overnight at the Hall with Sir Henry any time he wanted her."But," she protested, "the servants at the Hall will know; won't they gossip?" Nonsense," her mother responded, "They won't dare, or they'll lose their jobs." But, you always said I mustn't let a man..." And I'm sure he won't," her mother interrupted, "Sir Henry is a gentleman. He wouldn't dream of doing anything wrong." But mummy, in London..."Again. I'm a Private Investigator. I was hired by Jeffy's wife Alice to see if her hubby was cheating on her. Word had gotten back that her everlovin' had his own personal Employee of the Month reward program goin' on with his female cashiers and stockers.I followed the 'Sclade to the outskirts of town and down into Rippling River Park where it finally stopped under some trees near a deserted picnic shelter. I checked my camera and waited 'till the 'Sclade began bobbing, exited the Z, snuck up to the. He lowers his head and speaks to me as if I have slipped in to the shadows and pulled back the doors that open to this lush paradise. It is a sight to behold and the water rushing over the falls sounds lovely. I am dressed in a sarong. His eyes fully focused on his surroundings now, he whispers to me with a long sigh built from the tension of the week, “Oh my you're beautiful,” he says as he pulls my hair loose past my shoulders. I smile at him and I bend down and grab the glasses I had waiting.