He liked his family close to him. He liked having sex with his wife in the middle of the morning, or afternoon, or whenever the mood struck them.1710....712.Commuting was bad enough. On the rare day when he had to leave his home office, he did his best to avoid rush hour. Finding himself in the middle of the slow-moving herd of sheep that clogged the arteries of the cities around his home for two hours in the morning, and another two hours in the afternoon was repulsive to him. He would work in. "There is nothing you can give me that I don't already have, Ashton. I have boats, houses, cars, companies, money, even woman. The only thing I can think of wanting right now, is that sweet, little body of yours. I want you. I want to taste you. I want to feel you. I want to hold your body against mine. Now are you going to take the deal, or am I going to watch you shake that little ass out of my building. It's your call gorgeous. You're the real winner here. It's up to you."I sat there in. She was already so absorbed in the monitor display; she didn’t turn her head to say “Thank you.” as he stood at the door. If she had, she would have seen him leering at her with hungry eyes and that smug smile. “Oh you’ll be thanking me later alright” he thought to himself as he closed the door. He put the $40 into his pocket and headed for the stairs as he muttered “I always like to be paid by women before I fuck ‘em up.” Reggie began to hum a song. It was the stripper tune.It was the oddest. I rub my breasts through the fabric before sliding my hands down to my jeans. I slowly unbutton and unzip them like I'm putting on a show for someone. My lips painted red with lipstick curve into my sexy smile as I slowly bend over to slide off my jeans. I have on black lace panties that hug my bottom just right. They are all lace except for a small piece of fabric on the inside to cover my pussy. You can clearly see that I am completely shaved and bare down there. I stand in front of my full.