. I really like chordee (curved upwards) for scratching that itch. Chordee and flare would be ... personally ... tremendously satisfying. Chordee is ...... fine.“Why did you stop?” I realized what I said. Hurriedly, I added, “padding the bill.”“I got over it. My banking has restored itself to prior levels. I was being petty.”“Sorta like when I quit talking to dad.”“What?”“He wouldn’t introduce me to mother’s cars.”That brought a remembrance.“I was there the Saturday afternoon your mom. I knew this was wrong but I'd gone past the point of stopping. She whispered, "Don't worry, I'm enjoying this. I'm not a virgin, I know what I'm doing." She smiled, pressing her thigh reassuringly against my large cock head. My hands trembled as I undid the last buttons on her blouse and reached round to undo her bra. With a squeeze and twist it released and my heart thumped as I slipped the straps down her arm. Her perfect young breasts nuzzled into my chest like two young puppies, the cherry. "I was in reception at six fifty-five. Angela was on the desk so I told her that Millie was joining me for Dinner."She was a little worried that you won't approve, as she is on the staff so to speak." Rubbish. We don't have that kind of stuffy attitude here. You should know that, Greg." I do know. But I asked just to put Millie at her ease." The subject of our conversation came in at that moment. Angela smiled and told Millie to enjoy her meal. She was wearing a shawl against the evening chill. Kidding! Yeah. I have it," she assured him.Evan took a deep breath. "Ok...well uh...could you please...?"Savannah seemed to briefly consider his request, before nodding and tookthe key out of her pocket. "Two minutes. Fitting room..I'll make surethe coast stays clear but go NOW. I mean it...I swear there will be hellto pay if you're even one second longer."He took the key, his fingers trembling. He didn't completey trust her,but he had no choice if he wanted to be set free.Evan paced over to.