She was an ex-army brat, her father being army, and had lived all her life in India. ‘Thank you Mrs. Brown,’ he murmured, ‘would you show the g...ntleman up please.’ She smiled and left. Word had soon got around that he no longer held a commission. The fact that she had called him mister as opposed to Lieutenant, he noticed with a pang. On opening the door to the knock he found a portly gentleman who appeared to be in his sixties standing there, a briefcase in one hand and a fan and hat in. She put her hand on my leg & said " She's always getting mad at you over things that aren't your fault, you don't deserve that". I replied " I know but what else can I do, its really stressing me out now to". She went from just resting her hand on my leg to rubbing it & told me to find someone else to ease my mind when she got out of hand. I asked her if she had anybody in mind starting to get a slight hard on from her rubbing on my leg for so long & she said, "well I saw your dick out while. I tried to keep my eyes on her face as we chatted, but my gaze kept straying over her body as she sat down across from me, wiping the droplets of water from her skin. She wiped her face then, methodically, ran her hands over the rest of her body. She began with her arms, first one, then the other, before running a hand across the tops of her breasts. Both hands moved down over her stomach before, with fingers splayed, she slowly but firmly slid her hands down her thighs, her fingertips. ”“Yes?”“We are quite crowded, yet Maestro Mahler and his wife have arrived...”I looked at Louise. “Please invite the Maestro and madame to join us,” she said. “On my account,” I added.He scurried off. “You are truly generous,” I said.“Otto, it costs nothing. This is Mahler and his wife, Alma. Think of the pleasure we had tonight. Think of my performances of his songs.”“As usual, you are right, dear.”I rose as the couple were usher to our table. “Maestro. Madame. We are honored.”“Thank you, your.