I rubbed my hands over the thin legging near her thighs. She was getting really aroused. I started kissing the inside region of her thighs. She kept a...pillow behind her and then slept back, enjoying what I was doing to her. I started getting near her pussy. I rubbed her pussy. I could feel the wetness. I could feel her pussy lips. She was too damn wet. I removed her leggings. She was in bra and panty now. I was about to make my next move when she said, “Stop!” I looked at her and said what. Not even noticing that the door had closed behind them."Lovely."The words of Scarface drew the gaze of the other men, and all four Africans stared at her exposed, curvy legs. Georgy Peorgy wiped his forehead rapidly.Louise flushed and she felt shivers ran down her spine as these four men openly ogled her legs. She was suddenly conscious that she was in the house alone with these four men, with even the gardener away."Well, what did you want? Did you say that you have something for me?"Her voice. ”“Call Battle.”End of meeting.James Battleford Lightfoot must still be out there, charming San Diego widows and divorcées. At least his landline was. According to its area code — 619.It was 8:30 here, so did I want to risk waking him up, and a possible companion too, before the dawn broke? No, I didn’t. Not when I was on an Ask. I waited until noon, my time, and still woke him up. He was civilized about it, had an almost courtly manner.I said, on my newest burner, “I don’t want to talk on the. I will show you the life we could have. If you decide against it, you will not remember, but become another of my acolytes." In my mind, I was murmuring "Possess me, my evil love." He ripped away my gown, dropped his cape, and we each stared at the other. admiring our physical beauty.In my mind I could see what he did, a tall sensual blonde woman, mature and yet uninhibited, desiring all the thrills she could find. I saw his tall muscular body, hairless yet incredibly masculine, the large cock.