"Why don't you, um, make yourself comfortable?"
Jill knew what he meant, and it wasn't an offer to sit down in one of the obviously comfortable chairs. After all, she had just sucked his c**k dry, why shouldn't he want her out of her clothes?
"May I have a drink?" she asked. "First?"
"Be my guest," he answered. "What's your pleasure?"
"A little sherry, I think." She wanted to get a taste of luxury while she had the chance.
Pouring her a dainty glass of the dark wine, he handed it to her and then poured a Scotch on the rocks for himself. As she sipped the sherry, Jill kicked off her shoes and walked around the room. She loved the feel of the lush carpet under her bare feet. She liked, too, the feeling of being without panties, the cool touch of air on her bare crotch.
Finally, she str
