To explain something to you. But, if you don't mind, I'd like a cup of tea."In dressing-gowns, they went downstairs and brewed tea to take back to bed..., where they leaned back against the head-board, John's arm round her as she leaned against him."Explain it how you like," she began, "a friend of mine described having several ... visits ... by his dead wife. I won't tell you the story, because it's his story, but I said to him ... I was sad I'd never had a visit from Barry after he died; I felt. "I ask to see the money. There is supposed to be $300 grand -- preferably in hundred's, but we really don't care. I count it. If it's all there, and doesn't look like Monopoly money, I stay with them and the money. Maybe one of them comes to this room where you have the coke." Right," he said. "Maybe they'll want to test it, maybe not. I think they will. They're paying seventy-five a key; you're going to test what you're buying." What then?" she asked, figuring she's all alone with one or more. My first and second fingers hold her hard clit in place while my thumb rubs over it. Watching her glazed eyes as they half close, my fingers and thumb strumming her clit. Her hips trembling, pushing herself onto my hand. Bringing her out of her reverie, "Does that feel good? You like that, don't you?" "Yes", now it's her turn to only be able to reply with one syllable. "Whose pussy is this right now, is it MY pussy?" I ask. Her eyes twinkle and the corner of her mouth turns up ever so slightly,. Offering myself to You, Sir.I listened as the phone rang: Once… Twice… I could barely hear it over the sound of my own breathing. A third ring. Oh please, please…The ringing stopped. Then…nothing. Was my call being sent to Your voicemail? Nothing. I listened intently. The sound had definitely changed after the phone had stopped ringing. It was silence, yes, but it was the silence of a room – I thought I could detect the distant electronic humming of a computer.Then I remembered Your.