She explains that she has a real 'thing' for watching young men play with themselves; she has invited one other young man back but he was too pushy an... it didn't work as she wanted it to. So she wants to try again, with me - with ground rules that there is to be no full sex, no groping, and that I am to do whatever she asks me to. And with smile, she promises that despite the 'no fucking' rule, we will both have a lovely time, as long as I do what she says.She then invites me to follow her. "He had the purse designed for you."Inwardly, Monique shrugged. "In a manner of speaking, I guess that's true," she admitted.Gertrude looked vindicated. "Who was the designer?" she asked. This time, her tone made it clear that she would brook no coyness. She expected an answer.Monique felt like telling Madame to go fuck herself, but Richard had wanted her to enjoy the finer things in life, even after his death, and he'd worked hard so that she could enjoy the not-so-polite world of polite. I turned her around to face me as I pushed aganist the wall. Standing in front of her, I leaned over and licked her right nipple. Jolie whimpered " please no..please" as I pushed her dress down off of her hips. It slid to the floor. I ran my big hand down her stocking covered leg as my lips slid down to her flat tummy. I stood, letting MY hands roam up to her breasts. I grinned and pulled down her thong panties before I stepped back so that I could take in her nudity. "You're a fine looking. I am not ready for my wet dream to end.My nipples are tingling and I must pinch one of them in my fingers. Again I imagine my nipple being rolled in between your strong fingers. The pleasure travels inside my body, down from my hard nipple directly to my aching clit. I rub my clit faster, it is rigid with need. I can feel myself ready to cum. I force myself to stop and slow down. This is my time to be with you. If only in my head.I plunge two stiff fingers in my pussy and pretend they are.