His hands quickly moved to the small of my back and I could feel a small tug on my skirt. He looked at me and told me to look up to his eyes. As our e...es met, he slowly pulled the zipper down letting my skirt drop to the ground. He had me completely naked. “I want you to keep eye contact with me.” He started, “and get on your knees.” I was enjoying this whole experience and was happy to get on my knees. “Keep eye contact.” He had me put my hands on his crotch and he guided and helped me push. ”A pregnant pause followed, and I could tell by the look on her face that something else was on her mind.“Do you need something?” I asked to break the silence.“Am I that obvious?” she asked with a crooked smile.I shook my head, chuckled, and reached for my wallet. “You’ve been good about repaying loans, so I don’t see any reason to change that, despite the circumstances. How much do you need?”“Well...” she began. She stood up, smoothed out what little skirt there was, and stepped around to. Smith was an older bachelor and consequently, masturbated quite frequently, mostly to the thought of Clara pleasuring him. He loved the idea of lifting her voluminous skirts and sliding his hard dick between her moistened lips, pulling an orgasm from her young body. Mr. Smith was not the only man to lust after Clara, though. John, the stableboy who tended to the horses, also spent much of his time dreaming of dipping his dick into Clara's pussy.Today was no different. Mr. Smith was in his. You crunched all the numbers, and I just had to read the bullets. It’s great.’ James shrugged again, and slipped his boss’ grip and picked up the bottle of whiskey he had just opened. A quick glance at the label showed that it was, imported, and at least twenty years old. Slade continued as James put down the no doubt expensive bottle, ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you. James, remind me. How old are you.’ ‘Thirty five.’ ‘Thirty five? Thirty five, this boy says. When I was thirty five I was.