My tongue wrested with her tongue, our lips locked tight. My hands explored the outer bridal dress of Bhavana. I held her tight and pressed her to the...wall and broke the smooch and kissed her cheeks, eyes, forehead, ears, chin, neck; at least a 100 kisses. Bhavana leaned back on the wall and closed her eyes to enjoy the new thrilling experience of me fucking her in her room while her husband was deep sleeping.I stepped back and looked at her. Bhavana was looking amazingly beautiful in her. I looked straight ahead, hoping nobody would notice what was going on under the table.“And that will bring your business a recurring revenue of at least 10 million a year,” she concluded, looking directly at me with a big grin on her face.“What do you think, Jack?” the CEO asked, reaching out to shake my hand.I half stood up while extracting my hand from between Lara’s legs as nonchalantly as I could, fully aware that I was about to seal a deal with a media mogul, with my sticky. Somewhere near the end, there was an item that the winning lottery ticket had been sold locally but the winner had not yet claimed it. I smiled, put my feet up and decided to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. I started thinking about the money. The first thing I would do was go on a real vacation. The closest I'd had in over a year was a week in the Caribbean. Solo. My ex was "too busy with functions at the club and her bingo nights" to go anywhere. So I went on my own. I really. He had to release some of the sexual energy pumping around his body and after much trying had partially come with his cock crushed up painfully inside the cage. It hadn’t been the best and now the cage seemed to hold him down even more tightly, as if in revenge. He’d survived like this for three more days before returning to the shop.Again the woman was wearing the short red leather skirt, tight black top and high black heels. Again she had locked the front door behind him, although this time.