= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Roger Winslow stopped his car at the massive iron gates and stood fumbling with a ring...of keys, searching for the one that would give them entrance. His secretary, Marcie, sat waiting patiently in the car. Beyond the gates, the Wentworth mansion looked exactly like you would expect a mad scientist’s lair to look in a grainy 1950's horror movie. Maybe that was because it had been built near the end of the nineteenth century when. What! Why would I do that? Maybe because you are the hottest girl in school and I am not that great? Regardless of what you think, I think you are cute. I saw you staring at me in Math today, and I have a proposition for you. What kind of a proposition? I asked. Things were actually starting to seem like they could go somewhere from here. She thought I was cute and was not made I was staring at her. Well, I have not had sex in about a month, and I am getting somewhat antsy if you know what I. Even that little scaly patch under her nose that she always got in the winter was gone. Her complexion was flawless. Lacy grew suddenly dizzy. She put a hand to her head but it wasn’t her hand. Instead of the old familiar stubby fingers with the nails bitten down to the quick, she possessed the long, graceful hands of a ballerina, the nails of a hand model, smooth and elegant. ‘I don’t believe it!’ she gasped. ‘I think I’m going to be ill!’ ‘Oh tut, tut,’ he said. ‘You feel perfectly wonderful. "Oh god, Paul," I moaned.As I leaned back against the wall, Paul undid my boots and socks and began kissing my feet. I hope they didn't smell too bad. Then his kisses meandered up inside the legs of my jeans. This man is such a good lover.When he was kissing the denim between my legs he took a long deep breath and mumbled, "You smell so delicious."I couldn't wait for him to undo my jeans and slip them off. He began kissing my legs again through my long johns. I could feel everything now when.