‘Bill.’ She said softly. ‘I’m not looking for a husband, let alone a relationship. Relationships get messy. My track record in that department...is abysmal. I don’t work for you, but we do work together. I have a bad feeling that if we jumped in the sack and did the nasty, things would change at the office. Then we’d want to do it again and then again—and that smells an awful lot like a relationship.’ ‘Are you ever planning to get married—have a family—Susan?’ ‘Sure. When I’m thirty, two years. There was an unwonted light in his eyes, and a slight trembling of his lips. Aouda looked into his face. The sincerity, rectitude, firmness, and sweetness of this soft glance of a noble woman, who could dare all to save him to whom she owed all, at first astonished, then penetrated him. He shut his eyes for an instant, as if to avoid her look. When he opened them again, "I love you!" he said, simply. "Yes, by all that is holiest, I love you, and I am entirely yours!" Ah!" cried Aouda, pressing. He looked at my bill and smiled. Then he looked at me and said that he's very interested, and will definitely be in touch.I packed up my stuff, accepted his check, and headed down the hallway to leave. I thought about asking him to use his bathroom again, but I'd used it twice already with all that coffee, and somehow it would just feel awkward at this point. So, I thanked him and walked out the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him still standing in the doorway, so I turned and. ‘I’m sure I would, but… well, maybe… do you suck cock?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I said matter-of-factly. He took my hand and led me down the hall of the old mansion we were attending a party at. The room was decorated with black and red silk things, as was the bed dressed with it. He sat down on a black chair and beckoned me over to him. ‘You’ll have to turn me on if you want my cock,’ he said. I began to remove my clothes, hoping my curvy body, ample breasts, and freshly shaved pussy would do.