You are clearly fast asleep. You look good, the contrast of skin against the white sheets makes for quite a picture and your cute arse is begging for ...ome attention. I can't be bothered getting undressed, and I sure as hell cant be arsed waking you either. I move onto the bed undoing my trousers as I do, and my cock springs out, hard and long. As I kneel across the back of your thighs I begin to stroke my cock, looking at your arse. Massaging it and roughly grabbing it. You move ever so. It wasn't discussed at breakfast the next day, along with some other fetishes that could better be described as perverted. But, no matter.She went with the flow. And in the two years she was a fucking consultant, nobody complained!She fondly remembered being sent by limo to a rich, recently retired but still young black athlete fully expecting great sex and being sent upstairs in the mansion to explain the facts of life to his teenage daughter! She was happy to take a huge fee for a long. -----Lizzy: I'll take that as a compliment :) xxxI decided not to reply any further.* * * *The following Monday, I was due to meet with Roger to agree on a promotion strategy. It was 3 pm, and I knocked on the door. To my surprise, it was Lizzy who answered."Hey Mark," she said, placing her arm high up the door frame and leaning seductively against it.I gulped. I tried my hardest not to look down at Lizzy's body. However, in my peripheral vision, I could see that she was wearing a tight pink. I’m telling you this because I want you to make it clear if I die she knew nothing about this. She started to talk about patient confidentiality but he cut her off again. Put it in writing. I’ll sign it. How much more privacy do I need than death anyway, he had asked. She had no answer but discussed it with legal who helped draft a statement he was happy to sign in the presence of a notary. He had a will made, leaving everything to Allison. He wrote what he wanted said, making it clear he’d.