“You is a hard woman, Natalie Delphine Reynolds, meaner than my Matilde, rest her soul.”I laugh and hand him the glass. He sighs happily and tips ...is battered fedora, then brings the glass to his lips. I expect him to down it, but he lets the barest trace of bourbon wet his mouth.Shaking his head, he hands it back and looks down at his whittling. “They say I might get a new liver someday.”I lean over and squeeze his shoulder. “That would be a very fine thing.”Laughing, he says, “Non, not for. She reached for it and took it in her hand and stroked me a few times before releasing me.She slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties and shimmied out of them, adding them to my shorts on the floor. Without ever breaking the silence between us, she moved until she was straddling my thighs. With my cock now resting against her mound, she grasped it and guided it to her pussy. She held me against her lips, rubbing my head against her, stroking her pussy from her clit to her premium. When I run I feel fine. If I wasn’t a professional chess-player I could maybe deliver the morning papers somewhere. Early mornings with hardly any people and lots of exercise. Good to have something to fall back on the day they realize that chess-players don’t do anything worth paying for. Useless pastime. Provides me with drama and food on the table, but do I do anything for the general good? No. I’m world-famous, maybe not in Sweden, but in Russia and other countries where they care about. I hadn't pulled my skirt and thong back up, and I must say, the feel of the leather caressing my naked flesh underneath me felt real nice.For a little while at least, for it wasn't long 'til it felt hot and started sticking to the hot sweaty skin of my bare ass. I stood up, took my skirt and placed it flat onto the seat, I then moved the chair back into it's original place behind her desk and sat back down onto it. That's better.To pass the time, I fantasised about what the bitch is going to do.