"I smiled and pulled out my checkbook.The day it all kicked off, I was at Paul's, with Solomon and Simon. We were watching the game, keeping an eye ou... to see if the camera's flicked over them sitting in his season ticket seats, or not.I'd gone back to work that week, and found the utter disaster that Paul had made of a contract with a company who wanted us to build their office for them. There was no way we'd be able to do it for the amount they'd contracted to us, not with all the special. I wanted to bring him pleasure not pain.The grin was back. ‘You didn't hurt me acolyte. You brought me great pleasure. I don`t believe I have ever come so much in my life, thank you. But I am rather pleased that I did not have you cup my balls.’Cup his balls? Why would I ever want to do that? We watched as a thick rope of sperm wound its way down my belly to my slit.‘Pull your lips apart, let it sink in.’I did so, watching as it made its way through my slit, searching for my liquid hole.‘Now. The problem was that noneof us, or even the police, could prove that the bastard had committedthe crime. He had an armor-clad alibi. His mistress, Susana, had swornhe'd been with her all night. Actually, her exact words were, "He wasinsatiable!"Fortunately, justice does not always depend upon human agency.On the third night following Julia's burial, my telephone rang.It was Madeline Albright, the owner of La Petite, one of our town'smore exclusive boutiques. (Actually, it's our only boutique.). My nipples hardened and stuck out prominently. I saw his eyes go to them as he walked to me."Oh Sherrie, I've always wanted to do this," Ridge said and cupped my right breast with his hand. It was so warm and his touch made the goose bumps pop out all over my body. Then Ridge lowered his mouth to my nipple and began suck.I began to feel the moisture build in my pussy as Ridge sucked on my hard nipple. I felt its warmth trickle from deep inside and run to the edges of my smooth vertical line of.