“Even a guy like me has some conscience. I couldn’t let you get jammed up helping me out.”“So, you picked this place?” he said as Lottie the...barmaid came up.She was dressed as usual in a tight top that didn’t cover her midriff and pants that seemed to be painted on. She was a very pretty girl who was unafraid to show her assets.“What can I get you, Bruce?” she said to me.She and I had a long association of harmless flattery and overindulgent tips on my part. She had a young son and no man at. Perhaps a little shocked but uninjured." The truth of the matter was that my heart was bumping along in my breast, not because of fright, but from the smile he gave me. He dressed very well, a dark gray drape coat over black trousers, a waistcoat of dark green and a cravat at the collar of his white shirt. To my mind the cravat was always better to the tie that some men were now wearing."Good. Pray tell me who have I the pleasure of rescuing?"I bobbed a curtsey. "Adelaide Smith, Sir."He bowed. The stroking feels so good, oh so good, when I feel my orgasm begin to build again. I start arching my back as the orgasm builds, you grab my other leg and throw it on your shoulder, making the strokes go even deeper, I start screaming as I feel myself on the edge of my orgasm, that is when you shove yourself deep into me in one long hard push!. My orgasm hits, almost taking both of us off the table! At this point I’m hoping that we don’t break the table! My orgasm causes the muscles of my. “You knew I would be,” I replied. I entered his room and took off my coat. “I want it again,” I told him. He knew exactly what I meant. “Again? That is third time today,” he reminded me. “I know, but I’m so turned on. I was thinking of summer and all the places we fucked…” “Oh yeah,” he said with a wink. “I remember,” he added. I pulled off my jeans and slid my panties down as he sat at his desk and watched. “Spread your legs and I make you cum again,” he said showing a lot more interest.