I look into his eyes, smirking seductively. "Is it what you want?" I'm nervous as I nod. "How? I mean, do you want me to pleasure you like you did me,...or make love to you," he whispers? I look into his eyes, my lips barely parted, unable to speak. I kiss his cheek softly. "Whichever you're comfortable with," I say nervously. I feel his cock grow slightly hard as it presses against my still fully clothed crotch area. He lifts me up in a bridal carry and places me gently on his bed. He kisses me. Her mumbles faded into groans and gurgles, as her right hand became a blur between her pussy and her clit, ending when she suddenly sagged back with a long "OOOohhhhhhhh".I was breathing faster myself, and I watched in fascination as she took some toilet paper and dabbed at her sweaty face and chest, then sat up and flushed the toilet, using the spray like a bidet. I couldn't get enough of this, but suddenly something happened that made me freeze. I felt a hand on my crotch.Now understand my. He finished college with a three point eight grade point average.By the time he had graduated, he had over half a million in his own investments. The more he invested, the more he made. It seemed that he had the 'golden touch'. Occasionally, he took a loss, but those were rare.He had made contacts, and joined several political clubs while in college. He maintained those contacts after graduation. He was always looking to increase his sphere of influence. He worked six days a week. Five were. " He replied. "My daughter is to marry Lord Winslow who is returning from Africa and I am assured that he has ample funds to cover my obligations."It seemed cruel for me to disillusion the poor man, but I had to." Do you not know sire that Lord Winslow is bankrupt and that I have taken over his whole estate. When I left him a few weeks ago in Zanzibar, he was desperately trying to raise funds to finance his return home."Poor Lord Archer collapsed into a chair, sweating profusely as he looked up.