These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)
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				Title: <strong>These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 11:50:51</strong>
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				“Let me be clear … this is an employment opportunity.&nbsp; I am not interested in human trafficking … she has to want to assume the housekeeper position.&nbsp; But it is very important that she have no family or business connections.&nbsp; No ties in this country.&nbsp; &nbsp;My home will be her world … yes … of course.&nbsp; Just find a young woman who meets my specifics.”&nbsp; With that, Roger Collins hung up the phone, pausing to consider what it was he was trying to do.&nbsp; A foreign-born woman would meet his requirements … American women were too independent, too opinionated.&nbsp; And opportunistic – he had no intention of allowing some seductive gold-digger get her claws into the wealth he had amassed.&nbsp; He had allowed that to happen once when he was younger and more foolish.&nbsp; His first, short-lived marriage.&nbsp; Not again …<br><br>Roger Collins was a very rich recluse who could no longer suffer the many fools populating the planet.&nbsp; His many lucrative overseas investments insured that he no longer needed to serve as CEO of any of his many corporations … let the ambitions of others work for his continuing profit.&nbsp; He had all that he needed in this life, save the company and companionship of a woman.&nbsp; For a time, his desire for this had died … died with the passing of his second wife Elizabeth.&nbsp; It was the loss of his beloved that drove him to the confines of his remote Massachusetts mansion … his grief was such that he could no longer stand the presence of the many sycophants who sought his favor for their own advancement.&nbsp; Elizabeth had shielded him from these, and then she was gone.&nbsp; How long had it been?&nbsp; Five years … five years since that snowy night when fate in the form of a drunk driver conspired to rob him of the only woman he could ever love.&nbsp; During this time, his deep-seated bitterness had changed to an equally painful loneliness and the need for human contact.&nbsp; At first, he tried to engage his servants: Angelina who prepared the meals and William his courier.&nbsp; But the years of one dimensional relationships could not yield to more, and so he turned elsewhere …<br><br>The internet provided a solution, at least for a time.&nbsp; He hid behind its many safeguards, not allowing anyone to know who he was or his true worth.&nbsp; He visited many sites which had a subtle influence upon him.&nbsp; Since he lost his wife, it seemed that his libido died with her.&nbsp; He simply did not have the desire or need for all that a woman could offer.&nbsp; But sex drives so many of the personal internet sites, and soon his natural desires were reignited.&nbsp; Not only this, but they were twisted as a new world of sexual fetishes now confronted him … arousing his curiosity.&nbsp; Not that he would take steps to actively seek such satisfactions … but they were alive within him, existing just below the surface of his conscious mind, needing only the opportunity to assert themselves.&nbsp; But this was far from Roger’s thinking.&nbsp; He only sought the company of an attractive woman, and he had taken steps towards that end.&nbsp; Satisfied, he turned and departed his office; he had only to wait …&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScQqLMH42TI/TDdvWhNG-YI/AAAAAAAAANs/GgKKN4cEvVQ/s1600/sugar-daddy.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 19:50:21</strong>
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				"Oui? Bien sur! D'accord, je vais au mat- Mais oui! Le matin. Au revoir, merci."<br><br>With a very unfrench squeal of delight, Yvette hurried to exclaim to her family the monumental news. Almost a full year ago now had she given her name and information to a US-based employment company. Unsurprisingly, very few job opportunities arose for a french woman with little experience outside of household duties and cooking; particularly such a woman with a limited grasp on the English language. But this one seemed real. A real opportunity to work in America, and paying for travel as well. Why, this Mr. Collins was truly a godsend! <br><br>That evening, the young maid gathered the entirety of the Moreau family to share the news. Of course, it wasn't about the money--everything was simply far more expensive in Europe--but this was the opportunity of a lifetime. With a feast of glorious french tradition and many promises to return with souvenirs from the foreign land, Yvette whiled away her last evening with her loved ones and an endless flow of wine to mark the occasion.<br><br>The following morning, anticipatory and pleased, Yvette alighted in Paris and eventually made the way to Charles De Gualle airport. From there, an eight hour flight, and a car ride which felt as though it must have taken at least twenty hours with her increasing anxiety, she arrived.<br><br>Travel-worn, apprehensive, yet near-bursting with curiosity, the well-dressed young woman stepped from the Collins-supplied car. She had been repeatedly assured by the company functioning as 'the middle man' that Mr. Collins was an upstanding figure, and though he had seemed to have grown secluded over the years, would supply her with all she needed to run his household with the utmost professionality. <br><br>Adjusting her lacey black hat, Yvette stepped from the car. Even traveling, she wore short, one inch black heels. Flawless, slightly tinted stockings clung up her long legs to her thighs, though her tight fitting, equally black dress began at her knees and spanned the rest of her slim body. Chestnut brown hair curled about her shoulders, the only thing moderate in her otherwise stark appearance: black clothing, palest skin, and deep red lips. Of course, this was nothing special, nor was any of it terribly suggestive--dress high on her chest, hanging low over her legs.&nbsp; She merely knew to dress well for her new employer.<br><br>Taking a deep breath of the humid Massachusetts air, she would take a moment to gaze around the so-green landscape. Not so different from home, this would be tolerable indeed. At merely twenty, she felt terribly young for such a drastic move, but they had long since discussed the pros and cons of a future in America. Needless to say, the vast country won and she would merely strive to maintain her heritage in such a different land. And so, with a suppressed smile and expression of mediocre approval, Yvette nodded to her new home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 18:31:49</strong>
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				&nbsp; It is not uncommon for a man to awaken in the morning with a raging hard on, and Roger Collins was no exception.&nbsp; But this morning, it held a special excitement.&nbsp; &nbsp;Today, she would arrive!&nbsp; He had arranged everything, from her fight to America to transportation to her new home.&nbsp; He had gone over the instructions with Angelina numerous times: he wanted things a certain way, and he was used to getting exactly what he wanted.&nbsp; His first thoughts were of Yvette Moreau, a woman he had never met but who already had become special to him.&nbsp; He could only hope that she was as beautiful as the photo that had been faxed to him …<br><br>&nbsp;He looked at the clock on his nightstand: 0933.&nbsp; She was expected to arrive in just over an hour.&nbsp; Roger showered and dressed … nothing he owned was cheap, and so he did not have to give any special consideration to the day’s attire.&nbsp; Leaving his bedroom and heading downstairs, his breakfast was already prepared and waiting for him.&nbsp; Angelina greeted him as he sat at the table, serving him his cup of cappuccino without asking.&nbsp; Roger Collins was a creature of habit.&nbsp; As he began to eat his Eggs Benedict, he again queried Angelina about the morning’s agenda.&nbsp; “Now remember: I want you to show Ms. Moreau the house and inform her of her duties.&nbsp; But they will not start until I decide … she will need time to acclimate to her new surroundings and get over her jetlag.”&nbsp; Angelina nodded, assuring him that she knew what to do …<br><br>&nbsp; It was after eleven when the front door opened, and in walked Yvette Moreau.&nbsp; “Wait her, Ms. Moreau and I will announce you,” instructed William Bennet.&nbsp; &nbsp;He set her luggage to the side and disappeared around the corner.&nbsp; Soon, Roger Collins entered the foyer, a smile on his face.&nbsp; “Ms. Moreau … I am Roger Collins.&nbsp; Welcome to America!”&nbsp; He extended his hand as he studied her face.&nbsp; She was even more beautiful than he had hoped.&nbsp; Squeezing slightly and then releasing her hand, he did not engage in small talk.&nbsp; “Angelina will give you a tour of the house and inform you of your duties.&nbsp; Once that is done, you may rest in your room … I will expect you for dinner.”&nbsp; Angelina had entered with Mr. Collins and waited.&nbsp; Roger turned to her, “Angelina … this is Ms. Yvette Moreau.”&nbsp; He stepped back and watched as Angelina greeted this newest staff member and led her off into the house.&nbsp; His eyes were upon Yvette as she followed Angelina … appreciating her young, lithe body … her naturally swaying ass and nylon-covered, shapely legs.&nbsp; Once she was gone, he smiled … yes, he was very pleased!&nbsp; Very pleased to have this sexy French woman as his housemaid … and future lover.<br><br>&nbsp; Angelina lead Yvette to her room, with William following with her belongings.&nbsp; “This will be your room.”&nbsp; It was a very spacious room furnished with very expensive furniture.&nbsp; But it was the bed that was most impressive: canopied and dominating the room.&nbsp; Angelina then opened a door to a walk in closet.&nbsp; “You may put your clothes here … and you will find your work clothes towards the back.”&nbsp; After this, Yvette was given a tour of the house and informed of her duties.&nbsp; Two hours later, she was back at her bedroom door.&nbsp; “Mr. Collins directed that you rest until this evening.&nbsp; Dinner is served at 6:00 … dress appropriately.&nbsp; You will be dining with Mr. Collins.”&nbsp; With that, she left to attend to her other responsibilities, leaving Ms. Moreau alone for the first time since her arrival … <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>31-01-2011, 19:38:35</strong>
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				Gracious and elegant in every step, Yvette was pleased to meet first William Bennet, then her employer, Roger Collins. <br><br>"Enchanté, Monsieur Collins." Even as she met his hand so delicately, she bobbed on her legs in a tiny curtsy. To his words she nodded silently, though her mind fluttered with thoughts on everything she pervaded. The house already was much nicer than she had anticipated. Truly, the architecture, the furniture, even the wall decorations were classy, and she wouldn't be disappointed with her own quarters either. Dragging a slender finger over the silken bedcovers, the french woman cracked a smile. In typical fashion, she admitted that it was <em>enough</em>, and not how truly glorious it was.<br><br>Angelina was kind but certainly professional in her tour, and Yvette pondered on 'her work clothes' for quite some time as she was shown around the vast house. Articulate and detailed, Yvette's duties spanned from simple cleaning, organization, streamlining, catering the guests, should they arrive, and learning and assisting with Mr. Collins' daily regiment. Needless to say, though heavily implied, Yvette would also be subject to any further duties suggested by him at any point during her employment.<br><br>Finally returned to her room, her mind spun with the countless miniscule duties she was expected to perform for the various rooms of the massive house, all introduced to her so swiftly even as the clouds of jetlag obscured her regular thought processes. Thanking Angelina, she closed the door and collapsed on the large bed. The covers seemed to envelop her, certainly the most comfortable bed she'd <em>ever</em> been on--and it was hers for the duration of her stay! Setting an alarm for 17h00, she immediately crashed.<br><br>A steady beeping awoke the new maid with a series of derogatory french protests in what felt like only a second after her head hit the so-soft pillows. A slim arm patted out from the mountain of blankets to silence the alarm, and soon enough she was up and about, tidying herself for the evening meal. 'Appropriately', Angelina said. Mr. Collins had certainly been dressed very well earlier; Yvette would dress to match.<br><br>Running low on time, the young European had almost no time to check just what her work clothes were. Primp and proper in a tight fitting deep purple dress (http://signaturesoirees.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ef3d2948834010535dc9121970b-pi), Yvette wore only minimal makeup. Her hair fell more loosely about her shoulders than earlier, and her neck was accented by a simple silver chain. She was dining with her employer, not a lover (well...), and sought to show her eloquence and good breeding, not offend the man with excessive skin.<br><br>Spying her work clothes at the back of her immense closet, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding; she would mull this over, over their meal. So finally, as a large clock elsewhere in the house struck six in the evening, Yvette arrived in the dining room.
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 18:10:16</strong>
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				"Yes ... she arrived this morning."&nbsp; Roger laughed, "Oh yes ... I am more than pleased!&nbsp; She is a beautiful woman ... and <em>French</em>!&nbsp; I won't be able to resist her accent!&nbsp; You've done very well ..."&nbsp; He hung up the phone, the smile still upon his face.&nbsp; Yvette was so much more than he had hoped; she had not left his thoughts since the moment she arrived.&nbsp; He looked forward to learning more about his newest staff member ... and knowing her in the most intimate of ways.&nbsp; It had been so long since he was excited about a woman, and the feelings were marvelous!&nbsp; The chimes of the hallway clock announced the time and his first social time with Yvette.&nbsp; He selected a dinner jacket from his wardrobe, putting it on as he headed out of his bedroom …<br><br>Descending the stairs, he saw her briefly as she entered into the dining room.&nbsp; Suddenly, Roger felt nervous … which caused him to laugh at himself.&nbsp; He was old enough to be her father, he was sure.&nbsp; And yet this lovely young creature had elicited such a reaction in him!&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, he walked into the room and greeted her.&nbsp; “Ms. Moreau … I hope you were able to get some rest after your busy day!”&nbsp; As he said this, he took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing her soft skin in greeting … releasing it and directing her to take a seat.&nbsp; Dinner was being served, but only for two.&nbsp; Angelina would serve, but neither she nor William would be joining them.&nbsp; Roger took his seat opposite her … his eyes subtly taking her in.&nbsp; She looked exquisite in her simple purple dress that showed her very feminine form … and Roger noted that, even without makeup … she possessed natural beauty.<br><br>Angelina has prepared lobster tails and jasmine rice, as Roger had directed.&nbsp; “I hope you like Lobster … a New England staple!”&nbsp; he commented as Yvette’s plate was set before her.&nbsp; Angelina filled their glasses with a fine white wine and, with Roger’s approving nod, departed back into the kitchen.&nbsp; He raised his glass in a toast as he looked into her captivating eyes, “Welcome to America … may it be all that you hoped for!” <br><br>Their dinner conversation was exploratory in nature and went well, considering the language differences.&nbsp; Even though he could not understand all that she said, he was enamored with the sound of her voice.&nbsp; It was good that he was seated … everything about Yvette pleased him, and his position hid the physical evidence.&nbsp; After dinner and desert, they moved into the living room.&nbsp; Up until this point, the evening seemed more like a date than a meeting between an employer and an employee.&nbsp; But this changed as Roger began to speak of his expectations of Yvette.&nbsp; “I know your duties might seem overwhelming, but do not let that be a concern.”&nbsp; He smiled, “You will have all the time you need to organize your time … and I know you will work out just fine.”&nbsp; He again looked deeply into her eyes, “I am glad you are here … you will do a fine job!”&nbsp; He smiled again.&nbsp; “Just don’t be afraid to ask questions.&nbsp; Angelina and William will assist you.”&nbsp; He looked at his watch.&nbsp; “Well, perhaps it is best if you rest … tomorrow is you first official day in my employment!”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>01-02-2011, 18:40:21</strong>
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				What a charming, intelligent man. Why, he was nothing like she was told! She came expecting a fair, if moody, miser. Instead she was greeted by an ecstatic gentleman. His eyes seemed to sparkle with some inner happiness and his smile was terribly contagious.<br><br>Only the nature of their relationship and evening meal gave Yvette pause for thought. It really did turn into more of a date than she had expected, and though such behavior was relatively common in her flirty homeland, a line was generally drawn, and she understood this line to be much broader in America. Still, perhaps this kind man was merely offering a warm welcome, both to the country and to his employment.<br><br>Their glasses made a pleasant 'chink' when toasting, and the food truly was delicious. Though familiar with many incarnations of <em>fruits de mer</em>, lobster was still something relatively new to her, and it was so succulent. She knew not to get her hopes up too high, for this was only her first evening, but Angelina and William both also seemed very pleased to be employed by this man. His English was rather easy to understand also--at least in comparison with some atrocious accents she'd been subjected to. So conversation was both pleasant and a wondrous exercise for her in improving the local tongue.<br><br>At his assurance that her duties would not be so overwhelming, she was physically relieved. The thoughts on the multitude of tasks had been weighing heavy on her shoulders for the duration of the evening. Still, her own employer had generous faith in her, and she should as well. <br><br>"Et merci encore, monsieur. Thank you, again. Eet was a pleasant evening. Bonne soirée." After bidding him good night, she retreated once more to her room and so comfortable bed. As her thoughts drifted into darkness, she contemplated how often he made eye contact, and mentally rehearsed her tasks for the morning.
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				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 12:15:19</strong>
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				After dinner, Roger retired to his study, but his excited thoughts were of Yvette.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was so damn sexy … everything about her oozed with sensual femininity.&nbsp; He could not wait to broach the subject of an intimate relationship with his new housekeeper … hopefully, she would willingly comply.&nbsp; Roger’s libido was very much alive and well after so many years of dormancy.<br><br>Roger stretched as he looked at the clock: 12:42 in the morning.&nbsp; Then he thought again of Yvette … surely she was sound asleep after her long day of traveling … plus the wine.&nbsp; He stood and stretched again … and an idea hit him.&nbsp; He did not have to think, but immediately acted.&nbsp; He walked out of his room and down the hall to where she was sleeping.&nbsp; Silently opening the door, he crept in … leaving the door open to provide minimum light.&nbsp; The room was warm from the summer night’s heat … and there she lay: the blanket and sheet kicked off … her scantily clad body there for Roger to enjoy … and fantasize.&nbsp; He began with the tussle of hair the hid her face … and slowly moved down her body.&nbsp; She was laying on her side … her ample breast barely contained by the satin teddy she wore.&nbsp; His cock was erect in his pants.&nbsp; His eyes then took in that exquisitely feminine feature … the inward curve the forms between her ribs and her hip.&nbsp; His hand moved to the front of his pants as he began to rub.&nbsp; Moving over her hips, her garment was hiked up and he could see her matching panties … those long, smooth legs resting against one another.&nbsp; How he wish he could lift one up and spread them!&nbsp; These thoughts dominated his thinking now as he stroked his cock through his pants … his breathing becoming labored, but which he intentionally kept silent.&nbsp; Sliding her panties down her legs … kissing her nipples … moving between her legs!&nbsp; His body started to convulse as he explode his cum inside his pants … continuing to rub as he rode out his self-induced orgasm.&nbsp; She stirred … rolling over onto her back … her legs parting slightly.&nbsp; Roger lingered for a little while longer … until the cold wetness in is pants drew away his attention.&nbsp; &nbsp;He looked again at her sleeping face …and then departed the room.<br><br>The next morning, Roger was up early as was his custom.&nbsp; He ate his breakfast and waited for Yvette to come down for her breakfast with Angelina and William, and then begin her first day’s work.&nbsp; He intended to observe her for most of the day … to engage her in conversation, as well as giving her specific instructions of what standards he expected.&nbsp; He looked at his watch … it was almost 8:30 … he began to grow impatient.&nbsp; But he convinced himself that she would be down soon.&nbsp; It was her first day and so he could afford to be patient.&nbsp; After today, such delays would be punished.&nbsp; But she would learn this … and all would be well!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:10:18</strong>
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				Yvette slept restlessly, kicking off her so-smooth covers to curl up only in her slim, black gown and panties. At one point, she was sure her door opened, but sleep can play tricks on you, and she easily rolled back over for a deeper dream. Little did she know, her employer satisfied himself as the moonlight played over her already pale skin...<br><br>Morning rolled around, and though the new maid was wide awake with her jet lag (it already being late afternoon in France), she had not yet graced her employer with her presence. Her 'work clothes' were tidily laid out over her bed. Less maid work than working girl, huh! Fussing over being made to wear such a costume, Yvette debated marching downstairs to confront her employer. But alas, he had already been so generous with her; flying her out here, providing a glorious room, an exquisite meal, and admittedly pleasant company. <br><br>Giving in, Yvette donned the long, white tinted, sheer stockings, up to her thighs, clipping them with garters to the silken harness about her waist. Why, there were no knickers provided! Surely a mistake... Though gazing over the outfit, perhaps not. Nonetheless, she donned her own underwear, what would he do? Punish her for wearing underwear? Hah! (How little did she know...) Next, the dress. It clung tightly about her slim waist and poofed out in a lavish, exceedingly short, skirt of white ruffles and a black top. The back needed to be laced up, but with some exceptional flexibility, she managed it on her own. The dress pushed up her breast and very nearly exposed her nipples, but she pulled it up enough to cover them. Finally, she put up her long, dark&nbsp; hair and donned the simple maid's cap. Slender heels had been provided with the outfit, but at this point she was determined that the whole thing must be a joke. He would present her with her true work clothes upon their meeting. <br><br>After reassuring herself that this must be some bizarre American practical joke, the young French woman slipped her feet into the heels and carefully made her way to the breakfast room. She felt so ... naked in her skimpy outfit. Why, if she bent over and wasn't wearing her own panties, her most sensitive of areas would be on display for the entire world! Finally, at about 8:43, Yvette entered the breakfast parlour.<br><br>"Bon matin, good morning." She inclined her head to Mr. Collins, spying him sat at the table. Apparently he had already eaten, was she late? More mistakes, Yvette. It was good that she wore his outfit; at least he couldn't be displeased with her for that. She stood up straight, hands clasped over her lap, waiting for his greeting and instruction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>12-02-2011, 09:33:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; Roger was not a man who tolerated tardiness, and the longer it took for Yvette to come down to begin her duties, the more his face clouded.&nbsp; When she did appear, the sight of her was startling!&nbsp; Dressed in the very skimpy maid outfit displayed her beautiful feminine form, the very one that he had fantasized over the night before in her room.&nbsp; He managed a smile as he stood, directing her to the dining table.&nbsp; Three meals were already placed; neither of his other two servants were allowed to eat until she arrived ... and they were not happy about this.&nbsp; "Good morning, Yvette ... your breakfast is here, although it might be lukewarm.&nbsp; Breakfast is to be eaten at 08:15 ... now that you know this, well ... please do not be late again."&nbsp; He sat down again and spoke with her while she ate.&nbsp; "Now today, I will accompany you for a good portion of your day ... giving you instructions on how things are to be done.&nbsp; I expect you to pay close attention as I will not repeat guidance."&nbsp; With that, Roger arose.&nbsp; "Now then, I will allow you to enjoy your breakfast!&nbsp; When you are done, meet me in my office ... you will begin there."&nbsp; He did not comment on her uniform, either expressing pleasure or concern.&nbsp; She had donned it, and that is all that mattered ...<br>Once he was gone, Angelina began to speak, as though on cue.&nbsp; "Yvette ... there are a few things that you need to understand if things are to go well for you.&nbsp; Mr. Collins is ... eccentric.&nbsp; He likes things done a certain way and ..."&nbsp; She looked closely at Yvette.&nbsp; "And he will have them done this way!"&nbsp; She took a bite of her food, and then took a deep breath.&nbsp; "Now ... he has certain ... what ... 'quirks' ... that we simply tolerate.&nbsp; And I suggest you do the same."&nbsp; She looked at William.&nbsp; "Well, by 'we,' I meant me.&nbsp; And now you.&nbsp; Mr. Collins ... likes women, and he is sometimes ... inappropriate.&nbsp; Touching sometimes ... looking ... but they are innocent, really.&nbsp; Part of the 'battle of the sexes, if you will."&nbsp; Angelina had experienced some of his advances, but, unknown to her ... she did not appeal to him.&nbsp; Not like Yvette.&nbsp; She did not know his plans for her.&nbsp; "It is all innocent fun ... I rather enjoyed it, actually!"&nbsp; She finished her breakfast.&nbsp; "And do be on time, and do things as he wishes.&nbsp; He is not above physically disciplining you ... but then, he is rich and usually gets what he wants.&nbsp; And he pays us well ... very well!"&nbsp; She smiled, "And between us ... I use to get off on his spankings!"&nbsp; It had been months ... over a year ... since he had to discipline her.&nbsp; She had messed up on purpose, in the hopes that she would be spanked, but Roger had no interest in her.&nbsp; He verbally corrected her, much to her disappointment.&nbsp; She got up and cleared her plates, not knowing how Yvette felt about the information she had provided.&nbsp; William said nothing, his eyes discreetly looking at her sweet cleavage ... envying Mr. Collins.&nbsp; "Now you better go and meet him ... he is waiting for you!&nbsp; You know where his office is ..."&nbsp; With that, she departed into the kitchen with William following close behind ... leaving the young French maid to her own thoughts ...&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 03:03:31</strong>
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				8:15? Oh dear, she was almost a full half-an-hour late. Yvette pursed her lips cordially and carefully took a seat, shifting slightly in discomfort as her bare thighs made contact with the cool dining chair surface. She glanced from side to side, eyeing her fellow employees, and offered an apologetic little smile.<br><br>Roger carried on speaking as Yvette began to eat, at his direction. She would begin in his office: understood. The gentleman made his way out, and the french maid was left alone with Angelina and William. It was pleasant to finally get the chance to speak with them, though she primarily listened. Her English was rusty enough that she chose not to flaunt it.<br><br>Yvette's female compatriot elaborated on their employer's 'quirks'. The french woman, though familiar with such behavior, was not so quick to dismiss it as the American woman seemed to be. A little petting perhaps, but unless special arrangements were involved, Yvette thought it inappropriate for the employer and employed to mingle so. On the other hand, she had nothing wrong with a working romance, merely that boundaries would need to be maintained. Regardless of her personal feelings, Yvette would heed Angelina's warning and not spook, should Roger lay a hand or two on her.<br><br>A very faint blush rose to Yvette's pale cheeks as Angelina carried on--yes, she could see enjoying a little such attention herself. She curiously wondered for how long the lovely, dastardly gentleman would restrain himself. <em>Spankings!</em> My, my! Now the scanty outfit hardly surprised Yvette. A naughty thought perhaps, but she pondered just how long it would be before he'd have her over his knee, should she make mistakes.<br><br>Her other comrade, William, remained even more silent than the quiet Yvette throughout this exchange, only his eyes lingering--though she couldn't be sure! Soon, all three of them finished their meals, and the other two departed. Ever-aware of her new responsibilities, Yvette brought the dirtied plates to the kitchen and set them to soak. She washed her hands, briefly checked herself in a hallway mirror, and ventured to Mr. Collins' office.<br><br>She knocked gently, but even that light pressure set the door slightly ajar. The dark-haired woman slipped through the doorway, prepared to behold her employer and all he had in wait for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>15-02-2011, 19:08:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;Roger entered his office and pushed the door shut, letting out a deep breath.&nbsp; "Damn, she is <em>so</em> ..."&nbsp; he did not have to finish his thought; the pole pushing his pants out would have told anyone the rest of the sentence.&nbsp; He moved behind his desk, wondering if he would be able to wait ... he wanted Yvette now!&nbsp; He looked around his office, his eyes coming to rest on the uppermost book shelf.&nbsp; He got up quickly and, reaching up on his tip toes, pulled down a number of volumes.&nbsp; He then scattered them around the his desk and a table surrounded by a leather couch and chair.&nbsp; He smiled ... <br>&nbsp; It was not long before the door slowly opened, and in walk the lovely Yvette.&nbsp; Roger smiled and stood, "Welcome Yvette!&nbsp; Please ... he motioned for her to sit on the chair by the couch.&nbsp; Sitting down, he continued.&nbsp; "Do not worry about breakfast this morning ... you did not know.&nbsp; I trust you had a good conversation with Angelina and William?"&nbsp; He had directed Angelina to prepare Yvette for what would be the beginning of her seduction.&nbsp; Roger did not want her to have a surprised or angry reaction ... once he had crossed the line, then further advances would be so much simpler.&nbsp; He did not wait long for her to respond ... he needed her to get to work ... under his watchful eye.<br>&nbsp; He pointed around his office.&nbsp; "Now I want everything dusted daily ... and the carpet vacuumed.&nbsp; I cannot stand dust, and I will not tolerate it!&nbsp; It is your job to see that I do not have to."&nbsp; He smiled again, his eyes glancing down at her perfect breasts.&nbsp; "And put things back in their proper place ... I tend to leave things while I am working, and I need you to see that all things are right."&nbsp; He then pointed to the large picture window behind his desk, the curtains pulled back to each side ... revealing a wonderful view of the southern grounds of his estate.&nbsp; He got up and motioned for Yvette to follow him.&nbsp; Walking over to the window, he glanced at her as she neared ... his arm reaching out around her waist and pulling her closer.&nbsp; "I want the windows spotless ... William is responsible for the grounds outside."&nbsp; He stood there, pulling her into his side.&nbsp; "I am glad you are here, Yvette ... you make an exceptional addition to the staff!"&nbsp; He looked into her eyes ... his lust rising up within him.&nbsp; In a more subdued, seductive voice, he softly said, "Now please ... be about your work!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 01:27:57</strong>
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				As Roger beckoned her in, Yvette offered a polite smile and lowered herself to sit on the chair, as directed. She nodded along with his words, interjecting very quickly that yes, she did have a good conversation with Angelina. She didn't mention specifically the content of said conversation, nor that it was mostly one-sided, but regardless, her employer rushed on.<br><br>"Dust, vacuum, and organize, oui? I can handle that." Yvette's accent was so terribly thick, but in a delicate, cultured manner. She was no country bumpkin--though her family didn't reside quite in Paris, she heavily identified with the community there. Mr. Collins continued, gesturing for her to rise and follow him. Gingerly and lightly swaying in her work-inappropriate heels, miss Moreau followed her employer to his large window to gaze at the expanse of his land beyond. <br><br>As soon as she was in reach, one of his arms slipped eagerly about her slim waist. "Clean the windows, but of course." So close to him, Yvette blinked those hazel eyes framed lightly with makeup; her chest heaved with the deep breaths she took due to his proximity. … There was a certain passion in his gaze, in his voice, as he urged her to go about her work. He might feel her shudder to it.<br><br>She slipped out of his grasp as swiftly as she had shifted into it, and began stepping about the room to tidy as he had previously mentioned. A naughty little thought creeped into the young woman's head. … if Roger Collins was so eager to grasp and tease her, perhaps he would enjoy a little teasing in return--none of it seemed serious, after all. <br><br>With this in mind, Yvette coyly asked whether he was finished with the books strewn about, and at his affirmation, began to search for their homes. Such a task was easy enough, and she didn't require any further tools, as she would for dusting. Spying a low, empty book-shaped slot, Yvette smartly eyed the neighboring books, determined the correct input, and sloooowly bent over to slide the hardcover into it's place.<br><br>Her slender heels, at least three inches, made her walking require skill, but certainly left her legs in a gorgeous shape. Her patterned white stockings clung up her perfect calves, over the backs of her knees, finally to cease at the middle of her thighs. Milky white flesh continued from here, framed by silken garters up to the tiny harness she wore just above her knickers and out of sight. Her maid's skirt framed this lovely sight, far too short to cover nearly anything as she bent over like such. In fact, all but the very top of her behind would be visible to him, and had she not opted to wear her own underwear, yet more of the young woman would be apparent. Knowingly, and far from innocently, Yvette's complex eyes fell on Mr. Collins from across the room. She pouted those pristine french lips and blinked dumbly with her words, even as she slowly swayed that lily ass from side to side.<br><br>"…Is this where it goes…?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>17-02-2011, 18:33:42</strong>
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				&nbsp;Roger smiled and nodded as she slipped out of his side ward embrace to begin her duties.&nbsp; He turned and sat down in his desk, but his eyes never left her.&nbsp; He took in her feminine form, so sensually displayed by the tight fitting uniform he had selected for her.&nbsp; Slowly his eyes traced the sweet slop of her chest, coming to the culmination at her nipples, barely hidden.&nbsp; Next he followed the rounded slope her breast made as they met at her body ... and then down her flat abdomen.&nbsp; Unconsciously, he was breathing heavier ... his cock fully erect, but hidden behind his desk.&nbsp; He lightly ran his thumb along his shaft as he imagined what would soon be ...<br>&nbsp; Yvette turned away from him as she inspected the bookcase ... her perfect hour glass shape screaming femininity.&nbsp; His eyes were just down to her waist when, to his utter surprise, she slowly bent over to place a book in the bottom shelf.&nbsp; He gasped ... the roundness of her ass revealed directly in his direction.&nbsp; How perfect were her legs, and the nylons ... Roger loved a woman in stockings ... his heart beating faster.&nbsp; To his further surprise, she seemed to sway back and forth in a very seductive way.&nbsp; Was she playing the game?&nbsp; He could not be happier!&nbsp; Yvette, rather than being shocked by what he knew Angelina told her at breakfast ... was enticing him.&nbsp; Then he saw that she was looking at him ... knowing that he was lusting for her amazing body.<br>&nbsp; Roger stood up, turning while he adjusted his cock so that it would not be so obvious.&nbsp; "Yes, Yvette ... that is where it goes."&nbsp; He walked over to her while she finished her task.&nbsp; "But there is one thing ..."&nbsp; Moving to face the now standing maid, Roger put his hands onto her hips for a moment, but then pushed them around her and lowered them, slipping his hands down the back of her panties.&nbsp; The touch of her warm, soft ass excited him even more.&nbsp; Lingering for just a moment, he then pushed them down, sliding her panties off of her ass onto her thighs.&nbsp; He lowered his body as he pushed her panties down her legs until they pooled around her high-heeled feet.&nbsp; "These are not part of the uniform ... please do not modify the work uniform I have selected for you."&nbsp; He stood up, allowing his hands to run up her legs to again rest upon her sweet ass.&nbsp; He smiled.&nbsp; "That's better."&nbsp; He smacked her ass with his right hand before moving away.&nbsp; "Now resume your duties please."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>19-02-2011, 00:19:28</strong>
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				Oh yes, how he longed for her. It had been some time since she had seen a man so desperately in lust over her, and she longed to play with the flame. Though the temptation was there, she knew that if she wasn't careful, she'd get burned.<br><br>Even as these thoughts raced through the young french woman's mind, her employer's hands fell on her hips. She could feel the strength in his grasp--his fit shape was more than mere toning. A sharp gasp escaped from her lips as his firm hands slid without warning over her rear. Her heart pounded and she remained frozen--not at all sure what to do. Angelina warned her, yes, but she wasn't sure just how she felt about Roger's touches still. As she could have anticipated, he began tugging her thin panties down those long legs... So there he was, so incredibly close to her bare form, and she, so incredibly naked before him. He dragged his hands back up her legs in a manner that made her shudder and gently bite her lower lip. Finally, he landed a sharp smack on her tight ass cheek before slipping away. She could feel light tingles of his handprint even minutes later.<br><br>"Oui, Monsieur! It won't happen again." Her voice wavered, still a little shocked to have such an intimate experience over simply her first day on the job. She bent to retrieve her underwear without thinking, likely offering another very pleasant view, before slipping the silken garment into a small pocket of her outfit. Blushing profusely, Yvette busied herself with putting away the other books and any out-of-place items in his office, and unless he interrupted her, she would return with a duster and cloth to begin cleaning the room otherwise. All the while, her mind spun with thoughts of his hands on her...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>26-02-2011, 13:44:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Upon turning the corner near his desk, Roger's eyes again engaged Yvette, and the sight that greeted him made him gasp.&nbsp; She had bent over again to pick up her panties.&nbsp; Without them, he saw her perfectly round ass flanked by the thin garter straps, and a quick glimpse of the folds of her pussy, glistening slightly.&nbsp; His eyes remained on her as he sat down at his desk and appeared to be working.&nbsp; But he continually looked lustfully at her.&nbsp; He was more than pleased.&nbsp; He had touched her intimately ... taken off her panties and ran his hands up her long slender legs, resting them upon her firm ass.&nbsp; And she had not protested!&nbsp; In fact, she had apologized for the uniform violation ... this fired the hopes he harbored that she would be and do all that he desired!&nbsp; But was it too early to try more?&nbsp; This question dominated his thinking ...<br><br>&nbsp; Roger did not make an advance on his new French maid for the rest of the day, although he made it a point to be in the same room with her for extended periods of the day.&nbsp; By now, he knew every curve of her body ... and knowing drove his desire to seduce her to greater and greater heights.&nbsp; But was it too early?&nbsp; Should he bide his time and ease her into the sexual relationship he intended to pursue with her?&nbsp; He was not thinking clearly now.&nbsp; She was too beautiful ... too sensual and sexy for him to not imagine that all would be well, no matter what tact he chose to take with her.&nbsp; Now was a question of how to proceed ... how to take that next step that would lead her willingly into his wanting arms?&nbsp; Perhaps tonight ...<br><br>&nbsp; He gathered with all of his staff for dinner that evening, and he lauded the splendid job that Yvette had done.&nbsp; He smiled as he boasted of what a fine addition she was to the staff, and how pleased he was with her steady work.&nbsp; Angelina and William agreed and reacted appropriately, stealing glances towards each other: they knew Roger's intentions, and wondered if he would be so happy once he made them clear to Yvette.&nbsp; Picking up his glass of wine, he drained it, thanked Angelina for a splendid meal.&nbsp; He would not need Williams' services this evening, once they had finished with the after dinner chores.&nbsp; "Yvette ... once you are done here, please come and see me in my study.&nbsp; I want to discuss with you this days' performance."&nbsp; He smiled and rose from the table, walking away in the direction of his study.&nbsp; Roger was as excited as a school boy anticipating an encounter with a girl of his desire.&nbsp; He had decided to move things up ahead of his unwritten schedule ... his desire for Yvette was too overwhelming.&nbsp; He had to have her ... tonight perhaps ... tomorrow for sure ...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>05-03-2011, 23:31:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The day passed pleasantly for the young french maid, though she was ever aware of her employer's sharp eyes on her body, her motions as she worked. The house had been fully dusted and tidied, though it was near-immaculate previously anyway, and she had cleaned almost all of the windows once dinner came. Tomorrow, she would finish the windows, and pursue more organizational tasks than merely cleaning. She intended to run the household as streamlined as she could. All the while, Roger's seemingly innocent pursuit of her as eye candy fell heavy on her mind. She considered whether he would stop at 'eye candy' or want more, and whether it was all so innocent or not after all.<br><br>Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Yvette assured herself that no man would fly a maid from another country simply for intimate satisfaction! Still, she could almost feel the tingle of his hands sliding over her ass and thighs, removing her underwear... "Ahem, oui. Thank you for the lovely meal, Angelina." Thick accented as ever, Yvette's words had a melodious quality to them, and would hopefully be able to cover up how clearly distracted from the matters at hand she was. As the meal concluded, she nodded in acceptance to Mr. Collins' invitation. She would graciously aid Angelina with the tidying of the meal's dishes before stepping near silently up the carpeted stairwell to her employer's study.<br><br>A terse knock at the semi-ajar door, and Ms. Moreau would let herself in. Her breath caught in her chest entering this room once more. Though she didn't know nearly so well as Angelina and William of Roger's intentions, she knew men. And men liked her. This seemingly gentleman wouldn't do anything (else) inappropriate in a workplace, would he? Then again... would it be so terribly bad...? A silent gulp and slide of her pink tongue over suddenly dry lips, and Yvette stepped to attend to her employer.<br><br>"Oui, monsieur? You wished to speak with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 10:13:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Roger sat at his desk reviewing some important papers, but his eyes did not see the type on the page.&nbsp; His heart was racing and he was nervous, not knowing if he should make his intentions known to his new French maid, or wait until she was more comfortable in her staff position.&nbsp; All his instincts told him to wait, opposed by the strong sexual desire he had for her.&nbsp; He had not expected such a reaction in himself and it surprised him.&nbsp; He had grown cold towards women, convincing himself that he could take or leave what they had to offer a man.&nbsp; But this woman was different.&nbsp; He had never met such a one, who exuded sexuality and sensuality with every move, with every word spoken.&nbsp; He had to have her, but how?&nbsp; His musing were interrupted by a soft knock on his office door ...<br><br>&nbsp; He looked up and there she was in all her beauty.&nbsp; He immediately smiled and stood up, moving away from behind his desk.&nbsp; "Yes, Yvette!&nbsp; Please come in ... and close the door behind you."&nbsp; Roger covered half the distance to the door, meeting her and taking her hands in his.&nbsp; "You did a wonderful job today!" he began, dropping one hand but holding onto the other as he moved her to the leather couch to the right of his desk.&nbsp; "I am very pleased with your performance, and this was only your first day!" he beamed, true words spurred more by his lust for her than for how clean his house had become.&nbsp; He sat down on the couch and did not let go of her hand until she was sitting next to him, their hips almost touching.&nbsp; Giving her hand a final, soft squeeze, he released her as he smiled, studying the soft contours of her face ...&nbsp; the slenderness of her neck.<br><br>&nbsp; "So tell me, how was your first day for you?&nbsp; Tell me your thoughts ..." he questioned as he continued to look deeply into her eyes.&nbsp; His hand slipped over and rested upon her nearest knee.&nbsp; Roger gave a soft caress over the white nylons that covered her shapely leg, squeezing ever so gently while he waited for her to respond.&nbsp; It was all he could do to resist slowly sliding his hand up her inner thigh ... oh how he wanted to!&nbsp; But he waited for her answer to his question, and the response of her body to this initiating intimate touch ...<br><br>&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lilaen</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 19:01:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Obediently, Yvette leaned back against the door, softly pressing it to close. The room had an entirely different quality to it in the evening. Dim lights sent flickering shadows over every piece of furniture and every fold of clothing of the two of them. The windows revealed only darkness and the sparsely lit grounds, further adding to the sense of privacy in her master's--her employer's hall. Shortly, the french woman strode to meet Roger, offering only a tiny gasp as his warm hands closed over hers. She did not flinch nor pull away, merely observed him with a healthy apprehension and curiosity.<br><br>"Merci monsieur, it was a pleasure." She graciously bobbed her head, sending strands of hair tickling over her near bare shoulders. The maid's outfit was held by slim lines of fabric over her skin, but the smooth curves of her shoulders, collarbones, and firm neck were all entirely on display. Yvette followed Roger's lead, swaying beside him to the extravagant leather couch. She settled gingerly beside him, lips twitching in a tiny smile as he squeezed her hand.<br><br>Suddenly, the room felt terribly small. Yvette's chest heaved with a gasping need for air as her eyes caught so intensely with Roger's gaze. She didn't even notice the tender grazing of his fingertips over her knee. Finally, brought from his spell with a squeeze at her lower thigh, the french woman nodded ever so slightly. "Oh-lala…" She breathed out softly, taking a moment to try to remember just what his question was.<br><br>"Ah- my day. Oui, oui." She gulped, clearly coming once again to her senses. Never had she been so distracted. She chided herself silently and continued, "It went very well. Angelina and William are very kind to me." Her eyes flicked once down to his hand lingering at her knee, then again cursed herself for even looking. It seemed wrong, somehow. "Tomorrow I will ah-" She closed her eyes momentarily, wracking her mind for thoughts on the english word. "Organizing more, oui." Finally she nodded, casting a somewhat guilty look to her employer, both at the closeness of his touches, and the multitude of conflicting thoughts running through her mind at them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: These Will Be Your Duties (KTH and Lilaen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kurioustoohear</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 17:46:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Roger gave a hesitating smile, "I am glad things went well, Yvette ..."&nbsp; His heart was pounding.&nbsp; She had not pulled away from his touch ... nor uttered a word of protest.&nbsp; He could not make out that look he saw in her eyes ... desire?&nbsp; More likely shyness.&nbsp; But she had not pushed him away ... and that drove his lusts to even greater heights.&nbsp; "Organizing is smart ..." he muttered as he looked longingly into her beautiful eyes ...<br><br>&nbsp; He continued to gently squeeze her knee ... but then, he slowly ... ever so slowly ... began to slide his hand up her inner thigh.&nbsp; As he did, he leaned even closer towards her ... his intentions becoming more clear with each passing movement and moment.&nbsp; "You really are a beautiful woman, Yvette ... truly remarkable!"&nbsp; The tone of his voice had a certain low, breathlessness to it.&nbsp; His eyes never left hers ... he wanted to kiss her, to press his lips against hers.&nbsp; Nothing seemed more important to him.&nbsp; Still, he was nervous ... she could still block his advance.&nbsp; How he hoped she would not!&nbsp; Roger's hand had progressed to her mid-thigh, where he ran out of nylon and felt her warm flesh ... his lips so close to hers ... his lips parted slightly to meet hers ... closer and closer ...
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