You know what kind of club this is? What is with the fifty questions? Open the stupid door, and let me in. I nod again. Silence. More silence. This is...going to require a verbal answer, I deduce. Yes, I respond. Have you been drinking tonight? Seriously? Are you kidding? I knew this was the House of God, or whatever they called it, but come on. It was no church in there, behind door number one. Yes, I answer. Two beers. The almighty wizard must have ruled in my favor. His hand took my money and. "I trust you havetaken care of the finances for the expansion?" she asked in herincredibly arousing accent. "Of course, all the necessary funds have been transferred accordingly andby the end of the month we are going from rich people, to very richpeople," I told her, as I pulled a cigar from my breast pocket. "I just wish there was some way I could repay you for your troubles," shesaid as she stood and came around the desk. I could see in her eyes what she had in mind. Her husband was a. “Oh, fuck, Rich,” she cried. “I’m going to cum”. We were still watching the two women who were looking around, taking in the whole view of the sunset. I could see that if they turned any more we would be in view through my car windows. I could feel the sensation around my cock becoming more intense as Stacy slid up and down my shaft. Her fingers were rubbing her clit, bringing herself off while mine were pressing harder, almost into her ass. She moaned again, saying my name as she came, her. I was hard all morning. She kept teasing me. On a crowded elevator she stood in front of me and subtly leaned back and pressed the crack of her ass against my cock. Just before the doors opened, she surreptitiously reached back and ran her hand up the shaft of my hard cock. Later, she leaned over a co-worker's desk as I walked by, her skirt riding so high I could almost see those tight, sexy panties, as her perfect ass pointed right at me. I wanted to push her dress up and fuck her over the.