Brad had it all and then some. Spencer James, one of his two assistants, was constantly telling him that. He was tall (6’4′) and broad-shouldered,...he dressed the way an executive should dress, in Brooks Brothers suits. He was witty, charming and debonair. His hair was dark, but flecked with gray, giving him a distinguished appeal. His voice was strong and rich, Spencer had often told him should he have wished to go into broadcasting, he would have excelled in that endeavor. Brad Tyler was a. .. he didn't want to go too far, she was a jumpy little bitch... just far enough so that she got the message loud and clear. He had by now worked her to the far end of the room from where their mates were sitting."There's not much time left," he warned her, "If you still want your husband to get the store. I would say, in fact, there's only a few days left. Shall we make an appointment?" No," she said dully, unable to think clearly for the emotions that were swirling through every raw nerve end. "Lick all over it." she commanded while rotating the rubbery device inside her mouth. Clara's tongue automatically slithered all over the obkect. With the woman's hand tenderly cupped Clara's cheek, she felt a swirl of butterfly taking flight in her stomach. It felt weird yet oddly sensual and intimate.After a minute or two, the woman pulled the plug out and went around the couch."No..." Clara gasped when she felt the wet tip pressed against her anus. "Stop..." You never use this hole before?". Her flawless teeth gnashed into a grin of sheer pain. Finally, she sniffed and stood up straight, wiping her eyes and running her trembling fingers through her hair. Composure. Poise. A moment later, she lifted it to the top of her head…The pink, pillbox hat… her crown.Jackie O.King emerged behind her, and her tear-stained eyes turned to see his dark figure in the mirror. A warm silence passed between them, when she took in a deep, meaningful breath as her lovely breasts rose up inside her.