"I'll come by tomorrow and give you two a booster lesson on control and submission." You're not scheduled for tomorrow. What about your other clients?... Don't worry, Silvie. You'll cover my losses for rescheduling them." She snickered mischievously."Yes." I answered before really considering how much money her time was worth. I could certainly afford it, but I'm a damn good contract recruiter because I'm careful with paperwork and numbers. I should have at least discussed her emergency fee. That was extra spicy." His wife was upstairs as he was banging some young, drunk, big tit slut," Mr. Bradford said. "His cock deep inside you, your big fucking tits bouncing up and down as he is slamming your cunt. Some strange drunk girl young enough to be his daughter that he just picked up and was too hammered to stop him from banging her. Making her cheat on her boyfriend, cumming on his cock so quickly because she is nothing but a fucking slut that loves being fucked by cock. Any cock. The. “I had a great weekend.”“Oh, and I suppose that included a certain Miss Gustafson,” he probed.“Well, you suppose correctly,” Jesse replied, revealing no more.“It’s good to have happy employees,” Grant said, turning back to his paperwork.Jesse knew he was going to have to talk to Grant about his time at the bookstore. He had begun to develop plans for the future and, since money was no longer a deciding factor, he would continue on at the store as long as Grant was willing to have him, but he. “Bena?” He asked, looking up in confusion as his eyes worked to resolve the person in front of him. His eyes widened and then closed, his head shaking before rotating on his neck. Bena heard several slight crackles and pops as his neck rotated. “What time is it?”“Early,” she responded, trying desperately to hold together the pieces of her broken heart.Though she felt she could barely breathe, she somehow found the ability to speak. She tried desperately to keep her voice normal even as her mind.