"Hold still now."

You had it made. An older man like James was hard to come by. He was doting, very doting. A bit shy and very soft-spoken, but would never let anything harm you.

Right now, he was pulling your socks on. The long fabric reaches the middle of your thighs as he holds one foot to put it on.

"There we go, babygirl. Now the other one."

He reaches for your other foot and follows through the same motions, gently slipping it on past your ankle. His rough hands are a direct contrast to your soft young skin. You can't help but shiver at the contact.