After a couple of months of loyal service she asked me if I wanted to fuck her. That thought had certainly crossed my mind and I had even jerked off i... the limousine, while watching her in the backseat with one of her lovers.I told her that I would like to make love to her very much but that I was much older than her other lovers were. She smiled and said that she would be gentle with me.The following day after her husband had left for work she came to my room. She was wearing only a blue silk. Probably out hunting snatch, his most favorite occupation.At the thought of Wendy his cock began to jump and strain at his pants... Christ! that girl really turned him on. He didn't mean to walk out on her this afternoon, perhaps he had just expected too much of her, after all she was only thirteen. Jesus though, how much did she think a guy could take, she was so voluptuous and inviting, he could almost taste her nipples between his lips. All week long, petting and carrying on, a guy could. "Can I sit here then?" "Sure, if you want to." The initial fright had worn off. I could see the man was probably in his early forties, he had short hair, balding and a slight paunch out front. He seemed kind and friendly so I wasn't scared. "The name is Bill. What's yours?" he asked. "Jay." I replied. "Nice to meet you Jay. This your first time here? I can tell." Bill was a very upfront kind of guy, a no-bulshitter man. I looked him over and my eyes stopped to look at his crotch.. He paced a little, trying to be silent - she'd only just fallen asleep and he didn't want to wake her. Instead he tried to settle himself down, even though his soul wanted to run for a while, maybe to take a drive or a long walk. He knew if she woke up without him in bed beside her she'd panic, think he'd left her, as if his daily protestations of love weren't any kind of bond at all. It was exhausting.As he went into the kitchen to find a drink, he noticed the little business card beside the.