She wanted out of the corporate rat race. Through her own contacts in the industry, she found a buyer for the company and made several people very ric..., including herself.Being rich, single and beautiful would not seem to present a tremendous problem to most people but Nicole seemed to attract and be susceptible to smooth con men. She had invested her fortune wisely and had put several roadblocks between it and any confidence scheme but that didn't stop the pricks from trying. Most of them. "I've been thinking about what you said, everything you've said. I wouldn't be doing you any favors by excluding the availability clause. Would I?"Melinda put the stylus for her palmtop between her lips and grinned. When she spoke, her accent was as thick as he'd ever heard it, "Why, Mr. Roemer. Are you suggesting that I might enjoy being at the beck and call of a young, handsome, powerful man like yourself?" The smile she gave him was all sex, "Why, now that you mention it, I think you may be. "No. Facing my feet." Uh, yes sir," I answered, confused."Master," he corrected."Yes Master" Lower you shoulders to the mattress and arch your back."After my wax job last night I knew the sight I now presented to him. I felt so wanton, presenting my bottom for inspection."Spread your legs a little more," he softly demanded."Yes master," I moaned as I complied with his wish.And then ... nothing. I could hear him sipping his coffee, but I could not see his face. I couldn't read his expression. I. She woke me up sometime in the middle of the night wanting another sex session. I was pretty tired, but I figured that I really ought to do everything I could to encourage Martha to keep to her current attitude. She didn't need any foreplay, she was sopping wet and raring to go. To save some of my strength, I had her straddle me and do all of the work. The advantage of doing it this way was that she enjoyed the orgasms just as much as in the missionary position, but she was not quite as loud in.