I smiled my best, and tried to keep frompanting after my performance. The red light went off, and whoever waspresenting the award continued announcing...some big names. Stella, AllysonSutterfield, and Kristy Deltoro had been my opponents at the VMA awards inthis category, and any one of us was poised to win this award."And the winner is...Sarah Carerra!" The light on the camera came on onceagain to catch the large smile that spread across my lips. Then, before Iknew what was happening I was being. When she got back to the table, I had her sit on the outside of the booth facing the bar. I told her to open her legs, as I put a hand on her dress and pulled it up to show her pussy. I kissed her as I did this. “You are my bitch tonight, my private slave; your husband has loaned you to me…”She begged me: “Please, Victor, let’s stop here” I told her: “This is just the beginning.” Every man at the bar was staring at her open thighs. I waved the nearest man over to the table as I shoved a finger. " ... So... you get to lay almost any one of them you want?" Just about..."In a way Fred couldn't blame Leon Canfield for what he was doing; it was just that he hadn't been careful in the method of covering up. Damn! A real smart accountant could have come up with better ways of making her books look good... even to the IRS!"Under the circumstances... I'm going to have to take this account away from you!" Fred told him. "It stinks... and it's going to have to be done, again... before somebody. C. and Mr. C owned a pool, so Tony and I spent many a days swimming back there. Mr. C. traveled a lot that left Mrs. C., Tony and I alone. Mrs. C. would often come out by the pool and join us, she usually just sunbathed. She always wore a bikini that barely held in her large breasts. I always had to stay in the pool longer to let my hard on subside. Whenever Tony went inside to go to the bathroom or get a drink I took the opportunity to steal glances at the bathing beauty.Whenever Mrs. C. got.