The driver pulls into a riverside parking lot I a nice dark spot and gets out, taking her jacket off. She comes around to back door and opens and says...“Ma’am can I help you?” as she climbs in to the back, she knees and takes off her blouse, a white lace bra underneath, she starts to cup and squeeze her breasts,. The two of lock stares and as you ride me, she has her hand down her pants, trying to play but the clothing is too restrictive so she slides out them.As she does this she reaches over. Although her body was flesh tone, her breasts were hard and rigid. I don't know what I was thinking.I dressed her up in a pair of short shorts and a halter top. I tried arranging the light, to show her at her best advantage. I finally hit the combination that highlighted her features and made her look rather presentable. I watched her for awhile and realized that she was just a statue and she would always be only that. After some time, I headed out to cut the grass.It was hot and humid and I. They all had been left for the moment in the Land Rover when Heather came out to greet him with the news. He was anxious to see his employer and ... friend? Are we friends? he wondered. He knew a great deal about Lord Blackmon. He had been living in his house and condo, had been eating the man’s food, driving the man’s car and fucking the man’s two slaves. But in truth he had never spent an extended period of time with Lord Blackmon, at least not when he was conscious. He had been taking his. When he reentered his building, he locked eyes and shared an unspoken moment with a young, well-built, and ruggedly handsome guard. An hour later, Kipper ventured back outside, not necessarily because he wanted to smoke but to lock eyes and share another moment with the handsome guard. Much to his disappointment, the guard was not at the desk. He slumped his shoulders to convey his disappointment as he ventured back to the elevator and as he pressed the button, he heard a strong voice behind.