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again. Over her shoulder she could see Charles Darrington Hawksworth’s deep blue eyes.
    Calmly she opened the top drawer in the pine chest and rummaged inside. It was where she kept all her stockings and tights. She found what she was looking for, a pair of glossy white hold-up stockings with lace welts. Sitting on the bed she pulled them on, smoothing the nylon over her legs. Then she stripped off the counterpane from the double bed and lay on the white sheet on her back. She stretched her legs apart, the white satin gusset of the panties pulled tautly across the plane of her sex.
    â€˜Greg,’ she called.
    â€˜Yah?’
    â€˜Why don’t you come in here?’
    She wished she’d had the courage to put on the leather cuffs and tie herself to the bed first, and let him see what she really wanted. But she didn’t.
    Greg opened the bedroom door tentatively. His eyes widened as he saw her lying on the bed. ‘You look great!’ he said.
    â€˜Do I?’
    He walked up to the bed and gazed down at her, his eyes roaming her body. ‘Those stockings are really sexy.’
    â€˜So what are you going to do about it?’
    She arched her buttocks off the bed, angling her sex up towards him. She’d sex with Greg a couple of times, but she had never done anything like this. She raised her foot and dug it into his thigh, moving it up until she could feel his rapidly growing cock.
    â€˜What’s got into you?’ he said. There was a hint of disapproval in his voice.
    â€˜You have,’ she lied.
    He stripped off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt as she rubbed her toes against his cock. The nylon rasped against the material of his trousers. Andrea stretched her arms out above her head and spread them apart, imagining they were about to be bound.
    Greg threw his shirt aside and pushed her foot away to enable him to unzip his trousers. His cock had escaped the fly of his boxer shorts and sprung out from the zip, fully erect. He hopped from one foot to the other as he pulled his shoes and socks off, then pulled off his trousers and pants.
    Andrea could feel her pussy throbbing. She snaked her right hand down to her belly and ran it under the white satin of her panties.
    â€˜Do you want to watch?’ she said.
    Her fingers distended the taut white satin as she pressed one finger, then two, into the mouth of her vagina. Greg’s eyes were locked on her sex.
    â€˜You’ve never done that before,’ he said.
    â€˜There’s a lot of things I haven’t done,’ she purred. She moved her fingers under the white satin and forced them deep into her sex. She moaned loudly. With her left hand she pulled the gusset of the panties aside so he could see exactly what she was doing. ‘I’m very wet,’ she said, sawing her two fingers back and forth. She was sure he could see that for himself. Her fingers were glistening with her juices.
    She used the middle finger of her left hand to find her clit. It was hard and swollen. Immediately she began pushing it from side to side with little subtlety. She wasn’t in the mood for subtlety. Each movement produced a huge wave of sensation. She had never done anything like this before with any man, and the novelty was exciting. But she knew it was really the thought of Charles Hawksworth’s invitation that was driving her on. I think you know why. Did he really know all her secrets?
    Greg was staring down at her, his circumcised cock sticking out at right angles from his belly.
    â€˜Is there anything you’ve ever fantasised about, Greg? Ever wanted to do something and never had the courage to ask?’
    He hesitated. She saw him tear his eyes from her sex and look up to her face. ‘What do you mean?’
    â€˜There is something, isn’t there?’ She could see it in his eyes. For a moment they had turned inward, accessing some secret thoughts. ‘Come on, tell me. I’ll do whatever you