She was the Vice President of Marketing for a large real estate development corporation. She had a house in the hills outside Los Angeles. She went to...Europe every year on vacation. She drove a new Mercedes. Her light brown, almost blonde, hair was styled by the same stylist who did Linda Evans. Sandra was well known among the exclusive stores which line Rodeo Drive. This is what Sandra was thinking as she looked through a brochure for cosmetic surgery. She was proud of her large breasts, but. It was noisy but there were no rowdies. There was a complete mixture of people: local farm workers, retired people, young marrieds. In fact, all sorts whereas her local pub was restricted to people who lived nearby but there was always an element of violence lurking whether from somebody who had drunk too much or from young men out to prove themselves. She revelled in the atmosphere and, more importantly, relaxed.She also marvelled at Richard. That he would do this for her! Risking his. As soon as he got to full girth, he began to pump in and out of my mouth on his own, fucking my face. I gagged a little when he shoved his whole cock in my little mouth. I sucked up all his precum like I hadn't had anything to drink in days. I slurped in his cock and precum noisily, which, by the pace he increased by, I could tell was turning him on. More than anything, I wished I could see his beautiful cock. I was thrown to the ground in one swift motion and my ass was pulled high in the air.. ’ This was Fletcher at his finest, the hero, white knight, man of the hour coming to the rescue. There would be no death bed tears this time. Here was a damsel in distress he could save. He’d make everything right. As far as he was concerned the problem was solved. He would fix it. He could fix it this time. Mary interrupted him, ‘Fletcher, I love you. You’re forgetting one thing. She’s been caught trying to swindle the company you own. There’s a sword hanging over her head that can’t be.