”Over breakfast, we worked out for me to go down and make myself seen, and then I would go into the main office area for a bit. Sometime later, Beck... planned to arrive and call the family heads to her meeting. She would have those not here on the video conference call. When the party was in full swing, I would “let” myself into the conference room to angrily drop the three worthless sets of faked cards onto the table and demand what the fuck was going on. They told my staff that each was. ” She tried to struggle out of his iron grasp, but was unsuccessful. His skin was rough against her neck, as he kissed down her neck. Nibbling at the tender skin of her neck, he trying to show her how gentle he was. He was hitting every single sensitive spot on her neck. The sheer danger of the situation and mystery of this man was arousing the hell of her. The soft moan that escaped from her mouth and relaxing of her body told him that it would be alright to release her mouth. His rough. “I want to have a bitch for fucking tonight and I know you are a hot bitch and a nasty whore. I would want you to be my bitch tonight for the fun time and I am sure you will do that because you want me to fuck you”.Bennet only said, “Yes”.“You can fuck me and do whatever else you want to do with my body in return as many times as you could”. She spelled the deal. “Let us get going”.They got up, went through the back door. Nobody else was there. She pushed Benny up the stairs. Her hand was. Her friend, Clara Plaisance sat next to her, dressed as her hostess in a grey business suit with a silk white blouse with a frilly collar. Clara was her main consultant, closer than her General Manager, and the only other person permitted in the owner’s box beside her daughter Wanda. She looked down over the bleachers and found the box for player’s wives and girlfriends. ‘Wanda seems to enjoy being a player’s girlfriend,’ Clara said while sipping a margarita. M.C. looked through her binculars.