"Good," he said between soft pecks, "because, I'm going to lick all that juice out of you." "Oh fuck, yes. Please," she almost whispered, her forehead...against his, staring into his eyes fiercely. "Eat my cunt for me." He threw her down on the four poster bed. The room was much darker than the lounge, the heavy curtains drawn against the sunlight. He kissed her deeply again, pushing her into the soft white sheets. His lips moved to her neck and down to her chest, lingering again at her hard pale. "My men don't come cheap. The people around here love her and all that, but business is business." he suggested."Well I got her into it, I guess I can foot the bill for a body guard." You just want one man to live in with her and be her shadow?" he asked."Exactly," I replied."5k a week," he said to me."Do it and put it on my bill." I said."I think I will put it in the paper thug's bill," he said with a laugh. "It really is a cost of doing business." I was surprised how fast my slang got picked. He placed his palm on the backs of her shoulders, slowly petting her, along the curve of her supple spine. Samara gave a low sound that could only be called a purr. Her skin was hot and Mark could feel tension in the small of her back, revealing how far from drowsy she was. It occurred to him that she was as aroused as he was. He slowly slid his hand up the curve of her buttock, resting on the soft mound.They held there for a moment, both breathing quick and hard. Finally, Mark gave Samara's. I finger fucked her pussy for a while and then paid attention to her clit which was hard and very large to the touch, she moved her hips in a rythmic motion to my touch at the same time squeezing her tits and nipples, Her face was beginning to flush as her breathing got more and more rapid and I knew her orgasm was close, steadily increasing the pressure on her clit, she raised her hips and stiffened as a powerful rippling orgasm coursed through her body relaxing only when the last pulsing.