Ohhh, it's on. On the outside I tried to act completely calm. Inside I was getting a little excited, probably without realizing it. I stopped my truck...on the side of the building were I felt like it would be less obvious. Took off my seat belt...I looked right at him, but said nothing. He looked right back at me, still smirking. I thought ,I'll wipe that smirk off your face. I leaned over and felt the front of his pants. This is were things really got interesting. He was mostly hard... and he. And he was quite sure she would taste like honey as well. Hannah had been introduced to him at an end of summer gala put on by the Fauntroys of Wilshire. When she learned he was the Michael Westford, Duke of Lancashire, owner of the New World shipping line she batted her long black lashes at him, her green eyes doelike with curiosity. She explained how she needed passage back to the states, but her funds had run low. ‘Perhaps I can be of some assistance?’ He had narrowed his eyes and studied. She just had ended hershift and now Leo manned the upper bar. It was usually the time thelocale got more patrons and with it more clientele for me. So it wasn'tsurprising that I had soon a visitor.He was male. Maybe in his late thirties. His clothes weren't the best.Like someone who had fallen on hard times. Those were the hardest to denymaterial wishes. More often than not I granted them. However, this fellasurprised me with his request."It is about my niece," he told me. "She had been in an. In one swift move, her whole hand closed on my shaft, and I groaned as a surge of pre-cum made it through to the tip of my swollen glans.I was stunned as much by her beauty as by the whole situation. I had no previous experience with a woman and here I was, a stranger holding my hard rod under my pants, on a fucking dance floor. We even had one spectator fully aware of what was going on.I didn’t know what to do but she did. She stared at the other guy as if to challenge him, and started.