She was reticent to tell either of the men that she, herself, was a millionaire, thanks to her great-grandfather’s strange turnabout in acknowledgin... his descendents and her mother’s frugality. She just didn’t want to have the added element of either men knowing she had money. The workers were all toiling merrily away, pleased to be part of such a high-profile project—and to be able to list it on their résumés—at least it was this way for a week after the security rope was put up. While they. ‘Do you expect me to walk down the road, with your mark on me?’ ‘It’s late, it’s dark, and we’re on the quiet side of town. The only people likely to be about are dog walkers, taking their dogs for a late night shit, before they go to bed.’ She wiped my spunk from her mouth, ‘And what if a policeman walks by and recognises me?’ I laughed a little, knowing she was right. She walked up the road on my arm, and we soon found ourselves in the town. The odd taxi passed us, carrying the straggling. That had always been your favorite moment. Not letting the moment fade, you continued to assault my senses, your hand making love to me so you could watch. The feeling we shared was unlike anything we had shared before as I rode your hand, reaching unbelievable heights. The rain added to the moment with the most tantalizing kisses on our feverish flesh. My cry of completion rose, tearing from my throat. Then you were above me, holding me close and pressing forward, entering my warmth. Your sob. I was nervous, even though I knew how great my beauty was. My hair was a rich, honey-brown that fell in thick curls about my round, delicate face. My eyes were piercing blue, not uncommon among Mark's children, and my lips were small and pouty. My figure was shapely, perky breasts and puffy nipples just the right size for a man's hand to engulf. And my pussy was to die for, shaved bare save for a small landing strip. My vulva was tight, hiding my pink petals. When aroused, my clit would peak.