Mila hadn’t been joking. Through half open eyelashes I watched Mila Kneel between my thighs and raise one of my legs over her shoulder. She moved on to my arms, finally taking my hands in hers one by one and rubbing them, then stroking my fingers. One of the women has been looking at you ever since they sat down. “That tickles!”
She just laughed, and moved on up my shins to my knees. I’d been organising a conference on behalf of my employer in another city. Then she suddenly began to shudder and rub herself frantically on me as she came. “I haven’t talked about this before, but what will your lover think of you spending this time with me?”
“Lover?”
“You have one, don’t you? “It’s not as though I haven’t seen you naked before, you know.”
Not altogether willingly, I took off my T shirt and shorts.
