"Ginger", which is what I am calling the older woman for reasons I'm sure you can figure out, knocks on my front door and asks if I'm busy. I reply wi...h no and she asks if I would mind coming to her house and looking at her computer for her. She wanted me to put some pictures on a external drive for her. This wasn't the first time she has asked for help, so I didn't expect anything when I went over to give her a hand. I sit down at her office desk and begin open up windows on her computer. She. She was feeling quite shy and while walking across the street towards her ,she smirked looking at me all this while avoiding eye contact. I didn’t express any emotions and was simply staring at her.“Hey you!” ,she greeted me ,and planted a deep kiss on my mouth.She lay her hands on my upper chest while kissing me ,while I held her by her hands. 2 minutes into it ,I pull her back ,take my hands off of her and extend a hand forward and command her ,”your panties please.”The street was almost. "Mr. Simpson, what's going on? Why are we here?" Whitney asked, tears already starting to well in her eyes. Her question was met with a hard slap across the face, knocking her down."I said don't ask questions. Now the two of you follow me into the kitchen." Sam complied immediately, and Whitney slowly rose to her feet and followed."Now girls, remember what happened to Whitney when she asked a question. Just follow orders." The both nodded slowly, unsure of what to make of the situation. "Now,. He pulled his duffle strap higher onto his shoulder asthe car shut off, and the door on the driver’s sideslid up and open. A strikingly beautiful womanemerged, and turned toward him. Her height struck himat once — she was eye-to-eye with him in her heels —as did her strong, well-toned physique. The necklineof her skintight miniskirt was cut for a suggestivepeek at her ample cleavage.“Mr. Bradley?”He smiled. “That’s me. What can I do for you?”She.