But, since he looked like a traveller, he might have been to Renley's workshop today and he could at least tell me if he was at work or not. Still a l...ttle apprehensive, I decided to go and sit with him. He greeted me politely, though if he was trying to swoon my I couldn't tell. His accent gave away that he was a traveller, and when I asked him about my Renley's shop, he said he had not been there. He was here to check out the new temple being built. I though he might have been a Cleric. Her fingers caressed the milky white flesh of her breasts as they emerged from her halter top. Her hand lightly brushed across the stretched material before wandering lightly down, over the swell of her stomach, and along the waist band of her bikini bottoms. Her lips parted and she seemed to sigh as she drew her hand back up her body before repeated the pattern again. I surreptitiously watched her, feeling something tighten down below as my body reacted to her sensuous movements. To my relief. ’ Max Brynner had been the family chauffeur for years. She figured he was in his late forties or early fifties. He was very strong for a man who did not care to go the gym, and he was also very resourceful, dependable, loyal and good-hearted. He was really the type of man she wanted in a husband. He had served her parents as their chauffeur until they hired another one and gave her Max for her own. Since then, Max had been not just a chauffeur but a lot like a butler and bodyguard at the same. Stevens, I was only kidding about this being a new deal. I am not going to fuck you. Get off me, I don’t want this.”“Sam, think of how much easier your life would be living here rent free. Besides, you made a deal. In this case a verbal deal is binding.”He forced her legs open and struggled to get his cock near her already wet pussy. She fought him for a while but finally gave up and he shoved his aching cock into her in one stroke and started thrusting in and out of her.She cried and beat.