She was in a black dress with buttons all the way down the front with the top few undone to show a little cleavage. Black fishnet stockings and high h...els completed the outfit. It was difficult to believe that she was almost forty seven years old. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs but I was unable to get a view of her undies as the dress was knee length."Norman will serve dinner," Linda said," We will eat outside on the terrace." Sounds great," I replied nervously.Just then, I heard. I am here to make sure you are never lonely… or unsatisfied… or… huh!” Before she could finish James grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, planting his lips on hers and kissing her with a desire he had never felt before. He had never seen a woman naked, and here this beautiful angel was stating that she was here for sex. She responded with the same desire, her master’s energy and arousal increasing her own. James yanked off his shirt, pulling Giselle to him again. The silk was so thin. ‘Your eyes, there unreadable I don’t know what you’re thinking, that scares me. We’re here alone and we’ve already just done what we did, and you want more. I don’t know how to do more…’ I stumbled out nervously, all the while he was staring at me, so hard and cold. ‘So this all comes down to you being scared, what are you some kind of Virgin?’ He asked in a disbelieving manor. ‘Yes! If you must know.’ I yelled at him, I did not like him inferring that I was not. ‘Well I’ll be damned, you. When she wanted something to drink, I went and got it. I made sure anything I did or said was above board and left no doubt as to my intentions. I didn’t intentionally try and ignore our house guest, but she picked up on my not so subtle change. When we got back to the apartment, Rosalinda took to the shower before me, while I kicked back on the bed. Bailey knocked on the frame to our bedroom door, which was open, and stuck her head inside the bedroom. “Are you mad at me?” Bailey inquired..