Now you just want me to forget about who I am? I’m sorry Samson but I can’t do that.’ ‘I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.’ he said tilting h...s head to the side but never looking at me. ‘You heard me.’ I was going to stand my ground. ‘With the amount of money I generate, you can be my personal CPA.’ I said winking at him. I loved Samson but he could be so stubborn at times. Turning to rinse the last of the remaining dishes I didn’t hear him approach me. ‘Ummm…that feels good.’ The way he was. " The man was nervous looking around every few seconds."We are protected, no one can hear us, there is a shield around this building," Jim assured the man."Thank you, though I am probably dead after I leave here, I had to warn you, you were a good man back then and I think you are now. As strong as your tech appears, they are really no match for you." The man shook his head, "I don't mind dying, I got to see the mighty race of the Krong afraid of just one man, you. I find that truly satisfying,. God, this youngster really knew how to turn a guy on, but He wanted more from her than just a hand-job."Kneel over me," He told her as He sat down.She climbed astride his hips and knelt over his lap, a knee on each side of his hips and her hands on his shoulders. He reached down between her firm girlish thighs with his right hand, held the palm of his hand up, and cupped her smooth shaven pussy. Right away he slipped his middle finger up into her cunt again, feeling her bare, wet pussy lips. There was a soft knock at the door. Rebecca looked up to see the student messenger once again. He held a glass of water in his hand and offered it to her. Rebecca smiled.“Mr. Hamel. How very gallant of you,” she said. “A glass of water and a clean pressed handkerchief for a lady in distress. Chivalry is not dead. Thank you.”He shifted a little from foot to foot.“My dad said that the mark of a gentleman was to always carry an extra handkerchief. You never know when it might be needed.”Rebecca.