I was dying for it . I asked her in my eyes, and she too invited me in her eyes. My hand removed the saree from her breasts. And two aroused fruits we...re standing in that tight silk blouse. She hide her face in my chest. But that denied me the view of that lovely body. I held her by the shoulders, pushed her away from my chest. In front of me. Looking and touching them slowly. As though they were something I have desired for years. I couldn’t resist pressing them hard. She moaned. My hands were. I then gave her my address, and Lynn said she would be here within half an hour. This gave me enough time to have a shower and freshen up. It was only 25 minutes later and I saw a purple Mercedes Benz convertible pull up in our driveway. I watched from the front door as Lynn got out of her car. She was wearing a one piece red dress which was tied around her neck, and matching high heel stilettos, and red fish-net stockings hugging her short shapely legs. I would take a guess that she was in. After that, it was just a matter of pulling Bella away from her bush and racing the former Earl’s retainers to the foot-gates of Highwatch (where, noting that I was being chased, they kindly refrained from shooting me dead) and that turned out not to be much of a challenge at all. – – – By the time the Queen arrived, the war was pretty much already over. Those troops of the former Earl who hadn’t abandoned the cause had made no headway against the walls of Highwatch, and they surrendered. For reasons she didn't fully understand, Ali was wearing her tight jeans and her chambray shirt with her hair back in a pony tail. Her shirt sleeves were rolled up because it was a very hot July day in Los Angeles. The girl looked up attentively when Ali entered and said, "Good afternoon, Miss. May I help you?"Ali made a decision on the spur of the moment. "Yes, I hope so. I saw your firm name on the directory downstairs. I think I need a lawyer. Is either Mr. Clifford or Mr. Jamison.