She was very modern, were as I was little conservative. She was the one who helped me to deal with my divorce. I closed my mouth over the head, running the tip of my tongue along the crest of it. My mouth watered at the sight and I smoothed my hand over the shaft, the skin satiny smooth, ridged with veins. His member was large and hard, springing from a base of silky thick hair. I pulled open the tie on his drawers and freed his erection from its confines of clothing. He lifted his hips so I could lower them down.
‘Yes, my lord.’ I slipped to my knees and opened his breeches. ‘Take me in your mouth,’ he ordered in a husky voice. I graze my palm over the effulgence, eliciting a groan from deep inside him. The deliciously hard bulge in front pressed against my thigh, rousing my desire to feel him, to take him in my mouth, to have him sheathed deep inside me. I know that’s what you want.’ ‘It is.’ My hands began working the fastening of his breeches. The sensation rippled through me and I fell back against the cushions.
