Should I accept the position, I should cancel my vacation and remain in London to locate housing, hire staff, and coordinate the acquisition of facili...ies.Whoa... this was completely unexpected!I grabbed my corporate address book, looked up Richard's home address and dialed his number. When he answered I said, "Grab your jacket and get your ass back over here as fast as that little toy of yours can make it. We're going out on the town and celebrate!" Is this you Alex? What in hell are you. With three of my fingers in her, Jessica was moaning loudly."Oh, fuck, master. That feels so good!"My hand started moving faster, and Jessica continued moaning. But my cock was throbbing, and it wanted action too. I removed my hand and climbed onto the bed. I started rubbing the tip of my cock against her pussy."Mmm. Does my slave want to get fucked like the dirty slut she is?" Ye...Yes master!" she cried out. "Fuck my helpless pussy!"I didn't need more encouragement. I thrust deeply into her,. God, the silence in the classroom was excruciating. Luella walked back to her seat slowly, while the awkward atmosphere bit into me. The teacher was staring at me somewhat accusingly, and then shook her head and continued with the class. I hated english for this very reason - creativeness led to our personal, hormone-filled teenaged lives, and this was never a good thing. After class, Luella was crying. We'd just broken up a few days ago, or I had broken up with her... but really, her drama. ”“You know how to do that?” Carter mumbled.He only had clothes that could not wrinkle. Much. For everything else, he used local services. But Aron ironing? Somehow, that was possible. The man had always been so self-sufficient. Or at least he had been before meeting Alex and deciding he suddenly needed a husband.Ouch. Back to reality.“Do you, um, think about, you know, getting back with your husband?” he asked, his voice meek.Aron squeezed his arms briefly and let go.“No,” came the prompt.