He said it was disgusting. Now that I look back on it, I can see that he was really an asshole."It was all I could do to keep from sitting bolt uprigh...."Not only was he an asshole," I declared, "he's nuts. Like, completely out of his fucking mind." So that's how you feel about it," Julia said softly, a twinkle in her eye.I merely nodded in affirmation."Can you do that for me? Go down on me?" she said breathlessly."Right now?" I asked to clarify. She nodded with an eagerness that was both sexy. It had taken a fair amount of money to get rid of her.Mrs. Chalmers was a different kettle of fish altogether. She'd returned to the corporate world after raising three children, and her stern face was lined with care. She was attractive, true, but in a mature way.Richard strolled into his office suite. He'd designed it himself to be a little world of its own. It had its own executive washroom with silver-plated furnishings, a pinball machine, a tiny bedroom for all-night sessions, and of. " Plunging his cock he pumped her face with a fury. Her spit flew while she gagged and coughed tears ran her dark mascara down her lovely face, leaving dark streams of makeup in their wake."Now this whore will say how much she hated this, but you know how much she loves to suck," the Preacher yelled out how he would get back at him. How he would rot in jail this time. After a short period, he stopped and crawled off the bed. James repositioned the cameras picked up a tube from where the. It was open. There he was. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. He wascompletely uncovered sans boxers, and the moonlight drenched him withits glow, making him look like a marble statue created by an artisticgenius. His hair drank in the light like ebony. He was beautiful. There was no other word she could use. Shestepped softly up to his bed, looking at his smooth gentle face. Herhands itched to touch him. Her breath escaped her throat with a soft sigh, and she startedto.