He said that if he was given a thousand dollars, which was a lot of money back then, he was sure he’d just spend it. He’d want to spend it. So he ...was glad that God had never put that tribulation before him.”“So he was saying that it’s okay to want for others, just not yourself. If everyone did that, then instead of one person wanting to better themselves, hundreds would be working for the betterment of one. I like that ideal.”“By making Delilah a slave, you’d be saving her from making poor. I caress the skin of the tops of your thighs next to your panties, on both legs, then move my fingers back to your tummy just above your panties, back and forth, several times, until your thighs begin to part, bit by lovely bit, enabling me to caress the insides of your thighs just below your panties. You open your legs further, but I continue to caress the peripheral areas, alongside and above where I can feel a slight trace of sweet moisture. Then you slide your hips down on the chair and. I just don't understand." He was perplexed beyond doubt. "Don't try to understand. Let's just make love, Fred." She moved to him, put a hand behind his back. Fred sighed, turned out the light, then crawled on top of her. He lifted her negligee, took his penis out through the opening of his pajamas, then eased himself down to her so that his soft, fleshy prick was pressed against her warm, open vaginal slit. She moved slightly, put her hand on his back. He shook it off. She lay still, fear. You smile as you stand, and wink and slowly walk back inside, feeling his eyes on your ass as you sway seductively with every step.Inside, you decide a show is in order. You open the curtains to the master bedroom on the first floor and wait for him to start working on the hedges by the window before undressing completely. You stand with your back to the window, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples knowing full well he can see you. You find it so exciting that your actions turn him on.