From money, comes money as her father would say. Her Hips, Thighs, Ass, Breasts, Lips and Nose were all perfected by the one and...only Dr. 90210. Legend had it that her summers were made up of ?perfecting sessions?. No need for a bra as her 35DD breasts were statuesque and needed no support. Her waist tucked in to a tiny 21? waist. Her panties covered a pussy engineered to stand out in any attire. Below the . Realizing this, I whined and felt my cock surge with gratitude. She didn’t say a word or slow down until she’d delivered at least fifteen more strokes. Then she stopped.Kneeling, she ran her hand across my back and spoke while I moaned into the floor, my eyes squeezed shut.?No? It wasn’t worth it?? She asked cheerfully as she paused to catch her breath.?Because you’re getting what you want, are you not? I know you crave to be hurt, slut. The pre-cum dripping off that cage tells me everything.. The next couple of hours weren't any fun. I began to think that the police would rather we had just been robbed and killed so they could investigate it. My security guys were treated as if they were the crooks, not the heroes. I determined that they would get a nice bonus when I left town.When the cops were finally done, I told the crew from the club to report tomorrow morning to get paychecks. My management team would be here planning the renovation and would take care of them then.On the way. However, most of me wanted to continue our sexual exploration, so I obliged, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them, and my boxers, down, revealing my limp dick. Erin responded by removing her shirt, revealing no bra, her nipples already hard. She then proceeded to crawl on her hands and knees across the room, stopping as her face hovered over my cock."Let's see if I do better than last night at sucking your dick" she said. She then grabbed it and stroked it until it began to get hard. She then.