Richard watched Evie think about his offer, even going so far as to cast a glance over her shoulder over to the oaken door. It was as if the portal beckoned to her, toward a different decision, but in the end he knew that she would fall to her desires for him.  Richard enjoyed and soak in every moment of the erotic display — the reluctant strip show in the privacy of his own chambers.<i>This might be your task every day, darling, </i>he thought with crass. He watched her pull up the leather garment, watched her bunch it up over her hips. Her black panties were a touch disappointing — more utilitarian than arousing.<i>Perhaps, she can be convinced to make more arousing selections in the future.</i><br/><br/>Richard's fingers peeled off the boring, black panties with delicate patience. They hung just below her knees, stretched wide. Evie's faint scent wafted up to greet him as he slid closer in his chair to examine her bits. Defy fingers migrated up the supple interior of Evie's thigh and felt the smooth mound of her vulva. A dollop of spit landed in his free hand and gently slathered her petals as his lips kissed Evie's knee. He would take his time, wanting to sate the deep lust he felt for the woman. Every woman could be aroused, in Richards experience: it was simply a question of patience and technique. Parting her moist folds, Richards fingers found her clit and massaged it with quick circles, taking the bold move of sliding his digit into her sex.<br/><br/>Richard withdrew his fingers and removed her panties completely, tossing them aside. Scooting in from of her, he leaned forward and hoisted her legs upon his shoulders. She would feel his lips kiss her swollen button and his mouth begin to enjoy her pussy, taking slow draughts with his tongue. Richard was completely turned on and caught glances from a side mirror — a gorgeous, Scottish redhead on his desk with legs spread as he fed from her sacred fountain.