"Listen, at least think about what I said. Give me your number and I'll call you sometime tomorrow." I don't have a phone," he responded. "Why don't y...u give me your number, I'll call you from a payphone."She glared at him dubiously. "Because you'll probably never call me," she said reasonably. "Where is it you live?" Not far. Just down the street from here actually. Why?" You have any plans for tomorrow around this time?" No... not really. I have some landscaping work to do sometime tomorrow.. My shirt and bra were still on, but didnt leave much to the imagination. Mark started moaning in my ear as he pinched my nipples. I was taking in short breaths and moving my hips against him. Sir, please… was all I said. Suddenly, Mark bent me over so that my face was on his desk calender and I felt him yank on the g-string. But the material was tough and it took him four hard tugs to rip it off. That hurt so good, I was turned on completely. Mark fumbled around for a minute, donning a condom. People who do not move amongst the upper echelons of society do not realizehow frequently those wealthy and seemingly moral folk are the most likely tobelong to all forms of slightly depraved clubs and cliques. We can afford the thrills that the working class aspire to, enjoy them frequentlyenough for boredom to set in, then seek new enjoyments beyond the reach ofthe common man. Please forgive me if this sounds arrogant, but I seek to explain why theoffspring of the wealthy find it fairly. ‘Mmmmmmmpppphhhh!!!!’ Lois moaned into the pillow. Dennis’s finger was thrusting into her while at the same time, his other hand was twirling on her clit. ‘Please, Dennis, I…I need you!’ she groaned. ‘Take me!! Please!!! Take meeee!!!’ Dennis’s finger kept thrusting into Lois, but his other hand hand slipped out from under her, and then she felt movement on the bed. She knew what the young man was doing. He was moving behind her, between her legs. She shook as she anticipated what would happen.