“But I’m not…” I began, but she cut me off.“You’re not WHAT Robert? I thought this was the kinda shit that turned you on. What are you wai...ing for?”“But… …I can’t…”“Well I hope you’re not waiting for me to do it for you.”“No!” I almost shouted. She stared at me for a few seconds. I couldn’t read her at all. She looked at her watch again.“It’s getting late.” She says. “I don’t think you’re trying hard enough.” She says; my protests ignored.“I guess I’m not as hot as the Mom in the movie, huh?. Her eyes were flashing honey brown and her curly hair looked natural and lustrous framing those Hellenic features. She grinned as she felt all of those eyes on her and I saw her teeth were also slightly pointed. Her grin widened when she noticed I had noticed.She slinked model-like across the dining room, her body doing impossibly interesting things inside that white silk, to stand at Ambrose's shoulder and looking down at Eoin while really talking to me. "My Master commends you, Lord Spencer. But nobody saw that in the darkness. I lifted her top and slowly moved it upwards. Now her boob was in my mouth and my fingers were inside her pussy…she…was biting her lips and teeth in order to control the sound. I was playing with her well. At first her matured body didn’t co operate with me but slowly it became restrained by my experienced hands. She became my puppet. Her pussy was flowing like a river. She had a massive leakage. That was more than I expected. I was using her maximum in that. There was a ring of the same color around his penis. He rolled onto his stomach and reached underneath the bed, removed a shoe-box he found there and lifted the lid. There were stacks of paper inside, bar napkins, matchbook covers, business cards, corners torn off of newspaper pages, all of them carried a name and a number- names that he had forgotten and numbers he had never called. He tossed the flyer on the top of the heap and replaced the lid. The box went back under the bed and he pulled.