I was talking fast, and not allowing room or time for his counterpoints. He was losing ground in the conversation, and that was where I wanted him. "I...��ve seen the way he responds to me whenever we’re together, even when other people are around. He wants me. I want him. And I’m going to fuck him. Repeatedly. And I’m going to have him cum in me. Repeatedly. We both want it. It’s going to happen. Repeatedly. And there’s nothing, not one fucking thing, that you can do to stop it. So, you might as. As I watched, a pair of footmen in fine livery leapt from the back; one opened the near-side carriage door while the other placed a wooden step upon which the occupant, an imposing figure in a dark cloak and top-hat, quickly alighted."A case, I perceive, Watson," Holmes raised an eyebrow with as much curiosity as I had seen from him in a fortnight."It would appear so, Holmes," I agreed as I watched the man mount our steps and knock at the front door.We heard the familiar sounds of Mrs Hudson. .still letting out some whimpering moans...I did it again, and she reacted the Jime, only this time she raised her hands up to caress my forearms...This caused my hands to delve slightly further down her chest, beginning to touch the soft mounds of flesh that were her tits...I looked down her chest, and followed a bead of sweat trail its way down into her cleavage. I used my right hand to caress the sweat into her skin, and her breathing became more labored..."Ohhhh, please.....That feels soooo. But once that passed she started to flirt quite aggrassively. I am not the type of guy that women throw themselves at so I was very flattered. She invited me to dinner later that night. I naturally accepted without hesitation and arrived at her apartment at the arranged time. She greeted me at the door in a red blouse that was opened just enough to display a discreet amount of cleavage and a casual dress that fell just below her knees. Her legs were long and smooth, or at least, what I could.