I watched her then as she walked over to the windows and looked out the window. “By this time of day, my breasts feel like bowling balls. My Ex he...ped me get them started, but he thought it was weird. He liked the bigger tits and that I would jerk him off two or three times a day in return for sucking on them. He really liked the fact that I sprayed when he fucked me. Then one day he left. He has never told me why. He has never taken up a new woman, so I still have no idea what. He returned the action, reaching forward to lift my dress and quickly sliding a cold hand inside my tights and knickers. I felt his finger plunge in and out of my already wet pussy several times before he moved up and rubbed my clit up and down. There was no subtlety to his actions, purely functional attempts to turn me on, which were successful if not exciting. If I’m honest I was turned on enough already and, judging by the now rock hard cock in my hand, so was he. I was still thinking. I was walking around my living room, my left knee giving me hell. I’d been injured playing football in high school, and while it was usually not a problem, stress brought out a bit of pain. I used a small cane to help me on those days. Arthur, my attorney, said, “Please, do two things for me.” “Name ‘em,” I said. “First, tell me I’m not living in a fool’s paradise, that you really are innocent.” I stopped, looked at him in disbelief, then realized it was his career, too. “Arthur,” I said, “I. His mouth was her chocolate, and his hot, swirling tongue heated her from within. Around her ribs his free hand held her, his thumb on the bodice, his fingers pressed into her bare skin. Pulsating anxiety mixed with devastating pleasure. Elaine's resolve was crushed as his lips crushed hers. She yielded. With a single heady kiss, Elaine's self-control was washed away in a flood of passion. The contract she had signed seemed a distant memory. She was HIS.When at last the kiss ended, Elaine was.