?Eh, I don‘t know if you want to eat here, or?? ?Of course not.? Monica interrupted. ?Take it back to the kitchen, stupid.? I did, and they followed...after. They sat down at the kitchen table. ?Massage my feet. A little reward for you. I know you want to.? Monica said. I sat down under the table and tried to give her a good massage while they were eating. Maybe the rubbing and stroking released more of the odour, because after a while Catherine remarked: ?Gosh, I think I can actually smell your. " Yeah, I know..." I sighed. "I'm not looking forward to it, though. I don't want to hurt her." When she looks at her bank account from all those fees you paid her ... it'll take the sting away, believe me."Wednesday I was back at Goldman-Sachs with Dennis for the loan closing. It was an anticlimax -- a few signatures on documents, an order to wire money ... By three that afternoon, Dennis's corporate account was topped up and by five, checks were being cut and mailed.We both knew the loan was. Okhama looked over at Richard, grinned, and give him a thumbs up sign, inwardly Richard seethed.Then Okhama rose and followed Suzanne to the kitchen. Richard gripped the arm of the chair and remained seated.In the kitchen Suzanne gasped."Please, my husband, don't..."There was a short shriek that matched the sound of tearing cloth. Okhama's voice came clear and firm from the kitchen, a hint of anger in his voice."Don't you ever wear these again in my presence, is that understood?" Oh... what. It was spectacular to watch you walk back and forth, helping you zipper and unzipper. Your breast was held perfectly by your black bra. Your g string buried into you, barely noticeable. Your amazing walk that looks you trained years to achieve. You had on the most seductive perfume. I was so turned on, but I knew you were too agitated and consumed to even think about sex.I debated if I should take things into my own hands or grab myself a drink. I found myself rubbing my cock u*********sly.