It was still an enchanting sight to behold regardless. I put aside my book and directed all my attention upon her. Sometimes she would straighten up ...nd the hem of the robe fell and hid the object of my desire. I was immune to its full impact and sway but surely I was not made of stone and the solid erection inside my pajama pants testified to its enduring influence which I was victim and benefactor simultaneously. I had the mad desire to rush over and slip my hand between her legs and finger. Luckily, I have the Demon (though he was feeling bad for this slip of a girl as well) so, I just let him go, with a tight hand on the leash mind you, but he was going to have to make things move along here. If this reads kind of schizoid to you, imagine being in MY head.I took the hand that was rubbing her thigh, and moved our hand hold to MY lap. I made sure her hand was on the bottom, and was making her rub up and down on my thigh. On the down stroke of each rub, I ever so slightly pulled our. She passed a tall and rather well-built repair man on her way, and felt his eyes traveling up the backs of her long, slim legs. She smiled discreetly to herself.She stepped inside and found the reception desk empty, as expected. It was Saturday. She had eagerly agreed to come in on the weekend, to let Mr. Jones show her the ropes one-on-one. She hoped it would reflect well on her work ethic."Rosie."She stopped in her tracks. Mr. Jones's deep, confident voice had impressed her even when. His hand moved to the belt at Tonys neck, hooking his fingers under it as he pulled on it. His other hand pressing against his cheek as he pulled Tonys mouth off his cock and shoved his body back on to the sofa behind him. Nigel was hungry, and if they wanted to continue hed need something more from Anthony. Reaching to Tonys pants he yanked them off his legs before he crouched between his open thighs. The towering black meat in front of him distracted him momentarily before he stroked his lips.