..... "Are you a mermaid?" he asked. "Or some other creature of the water? You're not a Siren are you? You won't shipwreck me and lead me to my death?...Kassia giggled. "Fear not, Thomas Sanderson. I am no Siren. I am from the family of water nymphs, better known as mermaids to you mortals." Why have I not seen you before? Where did you come from?" Thomas questioned. "I have been here. I've been watching you Thomas Sanderson. You have beautiful form when you run. Adonis would be proud. Or. He pushed her shift up high her thighs, and she squirmed slightly at the intensity in the dark green eyes. “Lift your bottom,” he murmured husily, and she did as he bid without a murmur of protest. She bit her lip as he drew her shift up, exposing the sparse thatch of curls and the gentle swell of her belly, the rise and fall of her pink tipped breasts. His warm hands trailed down over her, down between the valley of her breasts and over her hips to ease down between her thighs. Gently he. I felt that I had reached the point of no return now in any case and that I didn't have a clue how I'd get out of the building even if I had wanted to, so I sipped my beer and waited.I don't know where he went - presumably to one of the other rooms; I don't think I wondered what he was up to; but I was genuinely surprised when he returned, dressed in full leather, jacket, jeans and boots, a pair of handcuffs dangling from the left hand side of his belt, and a glint of steel at his chest where. It was a while before she spoke to him again, but he plagued her thoughts none the less. She found herself dreaming erotic dreams of him at night while she lay next to her sleeping husband. Though she had never seen him naked, it wasn’t hard to imagine the beauty that was hidden beneath his clothes. She imagined broad shoulders and strong arms and a tight stomach that led down to a manly shaft of ample girth. She could feel his firm ass in her hands when she closed her eyes and found.