As I take it with my right hand, I put my left hand on the inside of your knee. You freeze and I rub my hand up and down the inside of your thigh whic... makes you shutter and starts my dick swelling. I tell you to back up. With you four feet away, I look you up and down. I see your face, your hair, your neck, your blouse with the bra showing through the thin fabric. I look down to your skirt, your black stockings and black pumps. You can see the lust in my eyes and it excites you. I tell you to. Well, there it was! That’s how I met her! It was clear to me right from the start, that she wasn’t going to be easy. Nothing would be easy with Claire, but she was worth the effort. What’s the expression from the movies, ‘The juice is worth the squeeze!’ Yeah, Claire was definitely worth whatever I had to do to be with her! Our first meeting at the Bookworm café was an exercise in her probing me, without giving me much information about herself. I knew from her questioning that she was. What would you do to that person?I would counsel them but certainly not fire them.Would you discipline them?Ah, yes. If need be.Would you consent to being disciplined in order to keep your job? Afterall, don’t you send this money to your son in college?Yes, I do send my son money but I don’t see where that is any of your business. Fuck her, I thought. This is bullshit.None of my business? You’ve got a real smart mouth on you, Suppose I just slapped your face good. What would you do? And before. "Soon Margret, soon," replied Mary.She pulled the apron around me and tied it at the back of theskirt. The maid's dress was short, so short that the edge of thefrilly panties could easily be seen at all times and if I everhad to bend they would be seen clearly. Mary sat me down at thedresser, applied light makeup and reached for a small bottle ofperfume. My hand caught her wrist as she was about to spray me."Please Mary, no," I begged "you can't do this to me."She looked me in the eye solidly,.