. let me just write down a number on my napkin and pass it overto you." She scribbled on the napkin, folded it, smiled and passed itacross the table.E... opened it, then looked up at the woman and he smiled. "This is your'per-hour' rate?"She nodded, her smile never fading. "This is my final offer, Mr McNeal.Either you accept this offer, or I tell the Headmistress that you wereuncooperative and your niece is out of Notre Dame by the end of theday, tomorrow. Oh, and if you decide to mention this. She felt her grandmother's presence as she stepped up behind her, sharing Anya's view. No need to access any mystic senses, either... it was just the plain, vanilla-normal sense of one human feeling another approach. "You're wondering," said Grandmother's voice, "why the park was so blasted empty for such a summer's day."Anya turned around, a little cross. "Now, Grandmother, tell me when you're going to do that. It's not very fair to be reading my mind without my permission."The venerable woman. He told me how the love of his life wanted to make sure I was coming over he even hint about a little surprise she had in mind. His lady is a very beautiful woman who I never tire of seeing. Her smile lights up the room and when she is in the mood to tease there is no one better. She is such a sensual woman it does not matter if she is in jeans or a dress she is just hot. A fact that Fred never lets her forget. She is the center of his world and she is all that he wants. Most of the time. My tongue, which had seemed so soft against yours while we were kissing, now became a hard, demanding instrument, flickering in fast circles around the nipple, tracing the aureola, my lips nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently then firmly. Your breathing was coming in hash, ragged gasps, and I could hear you moaning as you neared orgasm solely from the wonderfully wicked things I was doing to your breasts. I was well aware of your situation, though, and suddenly the air was cold on your wet.