And, it should be pointed out that none of the characters herein resemble anyone living, dead, or undead, at least as far as I know. Constructive crit...cism, directed to [email protected], is welcome; flames will earn you a personal spot on the seventh level of hell. This story may NOT be posted to any pay site under penalties outlined for flames above.Love Potion No. 8By Chilli TNGCopyright (c) 2000 Walter Murgitson was a snob. A wealthy, powerful, cruel, vindictive... and lonely snob. Walter. When I opened my thighs, I thought I could hear his gasp of surprise when he saw my bare cunt. He grasped his cock even harder, his eyes drilling into my pussy. My clit throbbed with excitement.I was so close to an orgasm, so incredibly close. I wanted him to see even more. I really hoped he could see my clit throbbing and the spasms opening and closing my hole. I spread myself even wider. He didn't have to ask or beg me anymore. I wanted to expose myself for his pleasure. I pretended to watch. What she said was obvious, but this was different, nice different, but different. I reassured her that having been in positions of trust in the past and discretion was in my d and A, so to speak.It was difficult looking her in the eye because by now she had discreetly parted her legs giving me great view of her open gusset girdle holding up sheer nylon stockings stretched over her luscious fleshy thighs. If this was anything to go by I was quickly coming to the conclusion that looking after and. The answer, she thought, should be very interesting.“I only know what I read in the papers, Victor,” Bruce said as he wished the subject hadn’t come up.“But didn’t this mystery woman actually save you from a kidnapping a few months ago?” the head of Griffith Industries asked.“That’s right,” Juliet Jakes said from Bruce’s other side. “I remember reading about it in the Gazette.”“A frightful experience,” the dark haired billionaire said, hoping to change the subject. “one that I’m sure you’ll.