He held his file in front of him to conceal his raging erection.Geeta tried again to get him to accept the money. The bank was required by law to acce...t it, but Thompson cared nothing about that. If he let this family pay back the bank, he'd not earn much in the way of fees. And so he explained to Geeta his usual line, saying in regretful tones that things had gone much too far for that."No, young lady, I'm afraid there's nothing for it. Your aunt will have to leave her home and it will have to. It was fucking hot. We didn’t get to see much, but it was enough to get me wet.” Hot Stuff was telling me this with a very lustful tone to her voice. She added, “My husband and I appreciate a little down and dirty time. I’ve always wondered how I’d feel with someone watching me.” “Truth be told,” I confided, “I wanted to die when I first heard you whistle at us. But like a second later I felt like I couldn’t possible get enough cock inside of me. I got really turned on. You know that feeling. The vodka was providing a nice mellow buzz.He took my hand, and told me to kneel on the carpet next to him, which Idid immediately. The plush rug felt nice on my legs and knees.He took out a small box and proceeded to run a few lines of coke, whichhe did, then ran a few more for me. Sharply inhaling, I felt thebeautiful rush as it hit my system. He opened his legs and Irepositioned myself between them, and he undid the robe's tie and let mesee his cock for the first time that evening.I could. By now we were on our second bottle of Sancerre. I learned a lot about her – her tastes in film, theatre and books, her love of travel, wild times at university in the early 1970s with Sue – but she deftly changed the subject when I asked about her work. We had finished our main courses, but when the waiter inquired whether we wanted dessert, Helena asked for the bill. “Since you asked me out for dinner, I think you should pay,” she said smiling. “But, so I don’t feel too bad, I must insist.