She stopped, legs shaking and yelped. I paused and let her resume and then started manipulating her clit again. She jumped with pleasure but continued...her motion this time. Soon she started shaking uncontrollably, and closed her eyes, her body arching as she howled uncontrollably, cumming on my cock. I stopped after she finished and let her reclaim her breath. Smoothly I flipped her onto her back, rolled her over onto her front and brought myself up behind her. In front of me, her beautiful. As Harley I had been used to far more than well off. But a billionaire?Three times over? Oh My God. Throw in a few expletives while you're at it! God Damn!"I'm richer than Donald Trump." I said through my slack-jawed daze."you're richer than quite a few billionaires," Michael laughed. "The Forbes 400 is a list of the 400 richest Americans and you are richer than almost three hundred of them." How does this work then?" I asked through my slowly weeping eyes. I was crying tears, not of joy, not. ”Tommy complied but wasn’t quite at her clit. “Little higher, honey. Ahhhh!” Gloria moaned as Tommy touched her clit. “Remember that bump up there? That’s my clitoris or clit. Gently rub that for a little bit.”Tommy felt Gloria squirm and buck when he rubbed her clit. Instinctively he knew not to rub it too hard and not to spend all his time there. When he wasn’t playing with her clit he stuck a finger in her pussy.“Oh, Tommy!” Gloria moaned. Tommy continued to suckle at his mother’s nipple. I turned around to see who this vaguely familiar voice was coming from. I was shocked to see Calvin staring back at me with a shit-eating grin on his face.I work our regularly at a small personal training gym. Marcus has been my trainer for the past 5 years. He's taken me from Dad bod to a fit 50 year old. Calvin is a relatively new trainer at the gym but from the first time I saw him, I've had a hard time averting my eyes off him. I'm a white, Italian guy, about 5'8", 160 solid pounds. Hairy.