Eighteen . . . million, doctor.”“It will take months, many sessions, meeting several times a week.”“That is to be expected; it will not be a p...oblem. How about a new suite of offices, in a swankier building, with posh furniture? That way, we can have a comfortable setting and insure your private work remains so?”“Well, I have admired the Swinsall Building which they recently renovated.”And I knew the Dr. was on board for my adventure into incest! * * * * * * * * The multi-billionaire, who was. She groaned, his mind telling his finger it was a signal of desire, so it slid itself up into the orifice, right up to the knuckle, in one single thrust. Her body twitched, the finger started to jerk back and forth, her groans went up an octave, she began to gasp Yessss and from the chair, Ian`s voice, disjointed distant, urging him on, telling him to, “smack her arse, enjoy her, hurt her, please , please… oh yes…” he was enjoying the feeling, the voice urging him to, “use two fingers…three,”. She never did experience anything like that, until today, but had often masturbated fantasising about it.So, today, with Stella across her lap, she was living out the fantasy. As she continued to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks, which she saw were turning deeper and deeper shades of red, she realised she did miss a trick and should have ordered Stella to undress, but there was time and she was still a bit nervous that Stella might object if it turned sexual at all.Stella felt. Well, ex-girlfriend now. Dating for eight months and not a single night inside her? Just because it was "too weird" for her? Fuck that. So WHAT if your tastes are a little unusual? Your disapproving Mom and Dad wanted to ask about it, but the last thing you need is another "when I was your age" lecture.You've just woken up after a terrible night's sleep and decide to switch on the TV to forget about last night's drama. On the news you hear a report about the "Masked Rapist" finally being.