"Yeah?" I asked.Ken's voice came through the door. "Here, put this in your panties tocatch the blood." He cracked the door open and put his hand in wi...thsome rolled up toilet paper."Ugh, thanks," I managed, taking the paper. He slid his hand back outand pulled the door closed. I took the panties and slid them up my legsand stuck the toilet paper between them and my vagina and pulled themup tight. I found another pair of shorts and put them on. I went aheadand changed my bra and shirt as well as. I'll finish you off now,"she said. She put her hands out next to his shoulders and leaned back.She wrapped her silk clad feet around his throbbing tool. She gentlyrubbed his cock with the soft material. He groaned with pleasure, even asa little bit of precum leaked out of his cock. She stopped and quicklygot a tissue from a box next to her and wiped it off. She turned backlong enough to smile down at him and said, "Don't want to ruin my lovelystockings do we?" She resumed stroking him with her. He also found that clients rather enjoyed coming down to the country, having a pub lunch and walking the dogs while they discussed business. He had a good memory and could e-mail them a resume of their discussion and decisions after they had left without having to take notes. He also found that inviting job candidates down relaxed them. He was able to discover much more about them than if he had been interviewing them in his office in London.All this meant that he still had plenty of time to. Then you ordered a bit of gin, just to get that extra kick. We were loosened up a bit, and it felt pretty fine. After that, it was getting a bit late, so we decided to make our way back.As we were getting in the car, you had an idea: why not go to your secluded hunting cabin and cuddle there for a bit? I liked the idea of spending some more time with the one I love, so we headed there, parked at your private location, and you invited me inside. The dogs were asleep or just didn't seem to mind.