"Oh, you lucky girl."Was she making fun of me? She cooed it like she really meant it. What was I supposed to say?"Wasn't it unbelievable?" she asked.U...believable might be the right word."To tell you the truth, I thought it was weird. All the stuff he does is weird. I didn't even let him get to use them. He does this weird stuff and I'm supposed to think it's sexy?" The lady doth protest too much, methinks." Huh?" It's from Hamlet, you know, Shakespeare. He took me Thursday night. Hamlet's. .As we made our way towards you, we stop just a couple of feet away. Slowly Andy and i began to put on a show for you, reaching out for my belt buckle andy began to undo it, then as he undid my trousers and allowing them to drop to the floor, he leant over and began to mouth my semi-erect cock over the material of my shorts. Slipping his fingers over the waist band he slowly lowered them until my now fully erect cock sprung out to attention just inches from his willing mouth. wrapping his hand. As expectedSamantha was wearing a French maid's uniform, was matched by blackfishnets and impossibly high stilettos.Samantha led the way into the lounge. "Miss Flowers and Mr Jones,madam," she announced before scurrying off to the kitchen to finishpreparing the meal. The children were already in bed.The meal was delightful. Samantha's manners were of the highestorder. She had cooked and served the meal and, of course, clearedeverything away and made coffee afterwards.During the meal she sat at. I keep thinking I'm making a mistake going all the way to the East Coast. I won't know anyone, and I'll be away from my family and..." She didn't finish her sentence."You'll know Derek," I said jokingly. She rolled her eyes. "Great, a bully who can exponentiate matrices. Okay, I won't know anyone worth knowing." Relax, Em, you're doing the right thing." I gently stroked the narrow strip of exposed skin above her waist with my finger. "You'll be great over there." How do you know?" I know." She.