I thrust against her, “Better?” I asked. “Then I’ll have that!” he agreed. Xxnx “We’ll get a hotel room,” she suggested, “Do you drive?”
“Yes,” I agreed. Her well rounded breasts bulged over her red corset, her red knickers enclosed by the suspender straps, and she stood up and laid the dress carefully on the dresser. “Well I doubt cooking or cleaning is to your taste,” I suggested, “Whore, prostitute, courtesan?”
“Yes,” she agreed, “I have some money, perhaps we could get a room?”
“Perhaps, but for now,” I suggested, “Lady Alford and her Chauffeur?”
“Separate beds?” she asked, “I’ll call you Alan!”
“One for sleeping and one for work!” I joked. I went to the kitchen, I sat on my stool, Mrs Bridge the cook stood at the sink, “Trouble Mr Alford?” she asked. Ted Adams chief cashier and Jim McFadden the manager came down the bank hall all glum
