Her long curly black hair, which she normally tied back in a pony tail, fell gently on her shoulders.“Wow,” I remarked as I looked up at her. “Y...ou dress up well.”“Just for you,” Rita replied, a smile crossing her angelic face. She made her way around my desk without saying anything else. She leaned up against the edge of my desk and then slid herself on to the top of it, her short back dress inching its way up her well-toned and stockingless thighs as she parted her legs in a very obviously. I tilt my face up and watch him sleep, letting my breathing mingle with his. He looks so lovely; his face peaceful and exquisite as an obsidian angel’s. I lean in and press my lips against his. When I draw back, twin rubies reveal themselves; framed by silver lashes. They are filled with only warmth and love for me while pearlescent white teeth flash fiendishly, hinting at something a little less innocent. My King has awoken.I smile back at him, a genuine and sweet smile; one only he has seen. "Yes. That's the look. Good girl sweety. Have a seat please."I had always wanted to do this but never had the nerve. I scooped some juice from my still dripping pussy and rubbed it around and asked him if he would throw some spit on the knob. He smiled finally. He knew he had met his match at this moment. He knew he was in for a good time. He looked surprised and pleased. I wanted to give him what he wanted and more than what he thought he wanted. He slowly came over and put a hand on the top. When Nell's mother was dying of cancer she had confided in her daughter about her father George's unique needs and elicited a promise from Nell to help her dad for as long as he needed her.One Saturday about a month after Nell's mom passed away George showed up at Nell's bedroom door. Nell was a sweet, petite twenty two year old. Slender with a nicely rounded bottom, beautiful brown eyes and brown hair. Her breasts were a bit smallish but shaped like a pair of oranges looking large on her small.