“Don’t you want me to finish?” she asks seemingly hurt. “It’s not that honey, I was just about to finish a whole lot quicker than I wanted t...o. I want this to be something special for you. I don’t want it to be over with too fast, I want to make the most of every minute I’m here with you.” She smiles lovingly into my eyes and says “Mr. Rich will you fuck me? I really want you so much right now and after the way you made me feel a few minutes ago I know I want you to be my first. Can we? Will. ” Erin couldn’t stifle the moan that followed his words as she dropped her bare bottom onto the sofa cushions. She gasped as the chilled material met her scorching flesh, knowing she’d be making the cushions moist long before this was over.“Kick off your shorts and bring your heels to the edge of the seat, then spread your knees wide for me, pretty girl. Show me how soaked you are.”His voice pulled at her limbs like each word was held a string. She lifted and placed, tilted and spread,. "Hard. Sophie and Warren are dead, I've decided." Why?" Crash laughed."The program they set for me is a ballbuster," she giggled. "It's so hard, when you incorporate the technical elements into it, too. I get done with it and I feel like I've spent a day with the Thighmaster." Well, they're ice dancers, they forget about all them pesky jumps." Yeah," she laughed. Crash had finished his preparations, and popped the pan of galumpki into the oven. He rinsed off his hands, and sat down at the table. It clicked in my head. My broken car that wasn’t broken and Marley’s flexible schedule had started all this. I’d been drawn in, but there was no pulling out now. Not if I wanted Elliot to be okay. Hell, things would be better than okay if I made this deal."Marley’s a good lawyer," I said. "Did she write a contract involving this geas?" It’s our standard template," said Illaria smiling. "Let us get it."A contract was written. Another pair of signatures were added. In that office, I removed some.