" Fine!" I threw a hissy fit and pulled the horrible clothes on. "Thistotally sucks." When Sir is ready Sir can follow me." Stop all that Sir crap. ...I'm a princess; you will address me as such." I was not aware that Sir was a member of a royal family, what with Sirbeing a mercenary." I'm not a man. I'm a chick, a lady, a wench, a harlot, a hussy, an in-ynot an out-y. I am not male, never have been, never will be. These hipsare made for child birthing." Sir's gender is not my concern. Sir. Naturally, I was anxious with anticipation, constantly glancing down at her legs as we talked, waiting for more…wanting more.Finally, she advanced her tease and slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs…a la Sharon Stone, giving me a long, lovely peek up her skirt at her white panties (I love contrast between skirt and panties. Ironically, I don't like the absence of panties UNLESS my ladies are wearing sheer pantyhose...then ABSOLUTELY LOVE to see and taste pussy through the sheer nylon fabric.. He liked what that sniff brought to his senses and sniffed again. Then, in an inquisitive nature, he stuck out his tongue and tasted it.Billy liked that smell and taste. Returning his hand to the mound he ran it up and down the crack this time, collecting more of the juice on his palm. Bringing it immediately to his nose he inhaled and then lapped up the slimy juice.Martha flinched and tensed when she felt Billy lay his hand on her ass cheek. She was prepared for another stinging slap on her. I could be there at seven, because that day I had a lot of pending paperwork to deal. But I was very lucky; energy fell down on the building and of course all computers were also down, absolutely useless for any task. So, I grabbed my car keys and went down to the parking lot at the building basement.I reached Ana’s office by six thirty; parked my car and took one of the elevators way up.My sweet wife’s office was on the seventh floor. But I could not find her there. I asked about her to some.