. I was shy and said him to do it himself. . He did and was in surprise to see my hard and pink boobs. . His stare made me blush, he smiled gently and...caught me in his both arms and started towards bed. . . I was very excited and shy.He made me to lie on bed and had become nude. . . I was shocked to see his big and black meat; he bent down and kissed on the naval hole licked it and opened my short’s buttons. . . He was little surprised and said “saali randi. . . . Panty tak nahi pehni”. . I. Not anymore and only because I'd had way too much of it.Someone was pulling some strings for me. Or pulling mine maybe."Would you like more champagne, Cindy?"Sofia was already filling my glass and that was her job. Not to tend bar, but to make sure that whatever I wanted was there. She'd found me, I hadn't been looking for her. I didn't even know I was supposed to have a personal assistant until she'd started working for me. A week after that and I couldn't imagine not having her. Nearly a year. I let myself melt into his passion Our hands started to explore each other’s bodies as I felt my heart start to race. His hand reached between my legs and I yielded to his fingers as he massaged my labia and then opened my lips with his fingers. The warm jets of water now pulsed into my open pussy sending me into ecstasy. We can’t do this here, he said as he lifted me out of the hot tub. We walked down a grassy trail to the more secluded beach a short walk away. We embraced and kissed. His. ”Good old Art. He might be making noises about leaving his wife for Ainsley, but he’d never let her get between him and his first love - the roaring stream of money that was the firm’s lifeblood. Grayson-Stone was the artery that had made Art rich enough to replace his wife with a younger model every ten years or so. If Ainsley did marry him, it was the money he would eventually use to replace her.Ainsley had no plans to marry Art or to whore herself out for the sake of Black and Stringer’s.