" Please no! I'll do anything!" I begged. I was truly frightened.And with that, Lady S gave a small laugh. She walked over to me and ran her fingers t...rough my hair "Anything, huh?" Yes," I replied.She then walked slowly over to the door, where my pants were. I heard her doing something, then, a moment later, she came back to me with my wallet in hand. "Let's see what we have here," she said, as she looked in my billfold area. "Twenty, 40, 60, 110, . . $180?" She took the cash out, and held it. He had inherited a fortune when Bobby’s grandfather had died, so had business interests all over the world, which he visited regularly. When not traveling overseas, his father traveled around the US. He was probably only home a couple of days in a month, except maybe at Christmas, so Bobby was raised by his mom, and matured listening to her complaints about his father. Bobby concurred with most of them. Both his parents had been part of the social scene when they were married, his mom kept. "Yes I do." Tony responded. "Wow, you look great for being 37." Kim said smiling. "Well your beautiful yourself Kim." Tony smiled. As if Kim's face wasn't red from alcohol, it was even more red from that comment. "Thank you for the compliment." "I do mean it too." Tony said as he scooted a little closer to Kim and set his drink on the coffee table. "I find you very attractive. Your beautiful light skin and your small figure." "Thank you." Kim said as she couldn't think of anything else to. Maybe, there was a slight catch in her breath. Just possibly her eyes widened a little. My foot starts its steady return back down to its start point and this time I am certain that her chatter falters slightly and, delight of delights, a small flush settles about her neck. Grazing, teasing, the firm edge of its sole and the soft velveteen upper stroke with increasingly persistent intent along her pretty flesh. Flesh, that now I think about it, is unburdened of even the finest denier hosiery,.