Playing hard to get

Gray admired her perky breasts in the irregular lighting of the room, where the shadows made them seem larger than they were, but he pushed her away when she pressed into him.

"My dear, I recall you telling me quite clearly that you did not do such things with your clients."

"Oh, no! Please sir, I need," Dasha sounded **** as he once again rebuffed her approach.

"Perhaps if you apologize for your behaviour..." Gray left the tone open, and Dasha picked it up immediately.

Playing with a strand of hair like an embarrassed schoolgirl, she pleaded, "Oh, Meester Gray, I am very sorry for how I was. I let you do anything now, anything."

His pride sufficiently stroked, Gray descended on her and in moments was thrusting into her as she bent over a luxurious couch. After taking her every way he could, Gray splayed himself out onto the couch and drifted off to a short nap.