Pulling her by the legs, Konrad laid Amalia on his lap, with her big, perky butt facing him while her face remained pressed on the bed. A face that failed to contain the heat spreading throughout her body at breakneck speed and threatening to obliterate all her vows.
First, Konrad gave her ass cheeks a good squeeze, assessing the texture and elasticity with a "knowledgeable expert's" seriousness.
"Top-grade goods. We are working with top-grade goods. Well-done."
Konrad appraised with a firm nod and feeling the hands of a man other than her late husband groping her body, shame filled Amalia's eyes.
"How…dare you?"
She stammered with increasingly ragged breathing.
"The only thing I don't dare do is…nothing."
