And so she was setting aside a lifetime’s sense of entitlement and giving me a veto over potentially, for her, the most interesting sexual experienc...e London had to offer.I fixed her with a quizzical but now knowing gaze."Do you want this, Lady Cynthia?"At my use of the word Lady, she shivered and nodded definitely. But there was a bashfulness in her reaction, as if my use of the word Lady unlocked the door to her secret fantasy.And while I didn’t yet understand what lay behind that door, Candii. In fact, I had never heard a word about any dinner. Please Glen, you must believe me." I don't and that's the reason why we are going to see Oliver right now. I'll give you a fair choice; skip that job or it will skip this marriage." I told her.She didn't reply but came with me to the main office of Janzon Enterprises. But it was a useless effort because two security guards outside the main entrance told us Oliver Janzon was abroad and refused to let us in after they had checked my ID.We did a. He went between her thighs, manipulating her bubbly pussy, fondling the soft mound with obvious delight. Taking the soap from him, she massaged it over his hairy chest, down to his furry crotch, and played games with his stiff shaft, with his down hanging balls. "C-careful," he warned. "We'd better rinse off now, baby." She stood quietly while he toweled her, his fingers moving lovingly over her sensitized skin, then she did the same for him, her hands lingering between his legs, staring. I dropped the kick stand down and switched the bike off. She was already skipping up the stairs to the front porch. She produced a key and let herself in. I heard a dog barking inside. It sounded like a small one. She stuck her head out of the door and waved me through the gangway. I was about to ask if I could come in and use the bathroom when she shut the door and I heard the deadbolt turn. The next door house was only four foot apart from her mom and dad's home, typical Chicago lot, thirty.