You got me into your house. You give me a glass of wine. You ... put on music. Now you start opening up your personal life to me and tell me we won’... be disturbed.“So?”“Miss Smith, you’re trying to seduce me.”She giggled, and said “Huh?”“Aren’t you?”“Actually, George, that’s not quite correct. Vivian and I, as a team, are trying to seduce you.” Vivian, usually the ice queen, was losing it and going into hysterical, if charming, strong contralto laughter, complementing Margaret’s soprano.“I. " Why go to all that trouble? She could just ask Mr. Wilson. No, there is something else." Paul pondered a moment. "She's been standing on her own two feet for a long time -- but maybe this thing made her have second thoughts..." Can't be YOUR looks -- that's for DAMNED sure!" Scott chuckled."You're just jealous," Paul replied. "But it is interesting that she didn't pick you or one of the other black guys to snuggle up to. I'm a lot of things, but black isn't one of them -- no offense..." Yeah.. "Now put your other hand down inside your panties. That's it. Great. ? Now give me a sexy look. C'mon, you can do better than that. ? Hey! Look surprised. C'mon, like you've been caught with all ten fingers inside your panties. That's good, yes. ? Now, leave one hand down there and put the other one up to your mouth. Yeah, that's it. Lick a couple of fingers, suck 'em. ? Oooh. Excellent."Not thinking at all, just hearing Lydia's directions and posing and feeling my hands all over myself, I felt. Back and forth I continue until the red handprints I had imagined become real. Your attempt to push your hips up and your moans tell me you are enjoying the feeling, that you are starting to give yourself to me. As I pummel into you time after time, seeing you spasm and your entire body quiver, I growl, asking if you want more, or if I should stop. You gasp out “more”. “What was that? Speak up.” “More.” “More… what? “More, please?” “Are you sure? I want you to hear you beg me for it. Tell me.