“Let me go in and get out of these sweaty clothes and put on my suit, then I will come out and we can talk.” She took a confidant step toward the...door.“Elise, the hoods were see through. I watched you naked first on Bryan and then on me.” He could not have hit her harder with a baseball bat. Elise grabbed the door frame and turned and looked at Tim. “So knock off the Mom role shit and relax. Take off your stuff and join me…. Now.” He did not say it meanly or with anger, but there was. But shaving is the least of my tortures. Or; rather, his tortures. Him? Mr. Dennis Steel, Esq. Partner at Baron, Rothschild & Whitney LLP. You've probably seen him interviewed on the cable news circuit. Age 54, graying at the temples, he embodies ?urbane law-firm partner:? Hickey-Freeman suits, Cartier cufflinks, voice like a tumbler of scotch: the ?old money? look. Six-foot two barefoot. Shirtless his chest muscles ripple like a low tide, betraying the athlete he once was. No middle-aged. When I arrived, I kicked off my shoes, then stripped off my pants, shirt, and socks, set the alarm for five minutes before we were supposed to meet for breakfast, climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep.When the alarm rang at 8:05am, I felt much better than I had when it had gone off at 4:35am, reached over, turned it off, then got out of bed. I quickly dressed, gargled with some mouthwash, then went out into the hallway. Only Clarissa and Kimiko were there, so the three of us headed to the. Soon to be caressing my waist. Poking her fingers down my pants moving from side to side. I think in my head damn I wish she’ll give me a hand job before dinner. And as if she was a mind reader my button unsnaps and her hand slowly moves my balls out for a breather. Her hand warm with enthusiasm starts to move up and down my 8’’ shaft slow at first but as she moves faster and faster I fell my ball tensing up and I tell her “either stop or drink up!” she looks at me and whispers “I think ill.