I had helped him to manage Elizabeth's affairs, grateful that her curious pick up should be willing to take an interest in the mess that she and Andre... had managed to create. I suppose I patronised him at first, but he never held it against me. He learned quickly and we were soon partners and then friends. His drive and ability were amazing, un-blunted by the twenty years of drifting since he left school.It made good sense to spend time and care on the Lawley business. I'd had a quick look in. I don’t want to be nice. Are you ready for me?” His voice was deadly sending shivers down my spine. Was I ready? He had to be joking. If I was any more ready I would explode with out help. “Yes,” I murmured. “Good, get out of that dress and let me see how you prepared yourself for me.” His tone was defiant, his eyes hard, his jaw set. Easily I slipped the dress over my head and tossed it to the side not caring where it landed. Before him I stood, shoulders straight, chin stubbornly raised. Oh, nothing actually physical but enough to inflame passion, in both me and them. Pete was watching me and laughing and shouting to me to “relax” and to “enjoy, and have a good time” and that he was “happy with whatever or who-ever I decided to enjoy!” He grinned and then disappeared with a couple of them into another room… I now found myself the only woman surrounded by men and all of them black, dancing with first one and then another in the middle of the floor, surrounded by these randy. I was Wearing a pair of gym shorts since the night was warm, and she motives for me to lay beside her. As I sat on the bed, she pulled my face to hers; our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouth. She ran one hand down my chest and into my shorts, pulling out my hard dick. She stroked me as we kissed, her fingernails brushing against me with every stroke. I ripped off her top, and attacked her breasts as she moaned. I cradled her neck with one hand, and wrapped the other around her.