” His fingers tightened on her shoulders. “Do not lie in here, whore.”Father Augustine pressed closer to her. Samantha's legs were forced apart,...her skirt riding her calves to her knees. She trembled before him, her tongue flicking across her lips as she stared into his eyes, transfixed like a doe in the headlight of a car. She knows she should look away, whispered the wise, feminine voice that had guided Father Augustine to such delights these last two days. But she can't. She's a whore. Her. Before long, people will be buying and selling their stock over the Internet and brokers will be a backend necessity that get a flat rate rather than a commission.”“You must be kidding. You are a real estate broker. Are you going to put everything online?”“Hmm. That’s a good idea. Not right now. But you have to know that we’ve developed an entire sales system for condos that doesn’t include real estate brokers. We’re going to see a big uptick in FSBOs when real estate commissions hit 7%. I can. After she achieved orgasm, she dismounted and removed the gag.Alecia had noticed his dick spasm and the milky fluid in the clear bag.“You came! Why did you come?” she asked.He didn’t answer her. Again she asked him, “Why did you come? I have never touched your dick all these times. Beat your balls, yes. But I have never touched you to cause you to come. Why did you come just now?”Still he remained quiet. Alecia removed the plastic bag from her slave’s dick and squeezed its contents into his. I'd never touched, much less worn, something so beautiful in my life. I felt my eyes starting to burn and quickly looked up so they wouldn't spill over and ruin my make-up."Do you like it?" he asked and I nodded, unable to form words to truly express myself."Who's is it?" I asked, wondering if it was borrowed just for tonight."Yours; its something I've been working on for a while now."I couldn't help my expression of incredulity. "You made this?" No, but I designed it specially for you and had.