‘He’s my friend,’ he replied as though it explained everything. ‘I see.’ Darcy was here in the interest of his best friend, the good natured...but nervous head of Lazarus Biotech. He’d been duped into marrying a gold digger, and after a year of misery, he had finally mustered the courage to divorce his cheating, airhead wife. There were no children from the match because Paris Waldorf the Second didn’t want to spoil her figure. There was however, the matter of money. The Waldorfs were one of. “I understand Mr. Coyle’s parties are something to behold,” Dr. Moretti said, breaking Althea’s reverie.“I’ve heard a lot of people tell all kinds of wild stories about them, but the one I went to didn’t seem that crazy. It was mostly just people dancing on the beach ... and drinking of course. If they were getting up to anything wilder than that, they weren’t doing it where I could see them.”Althea wasn’t telling the whole truth. From the moment she’d walked onto that beach, she’d felt out of. The thick tight rubber bodice was moulded to fit her perfectly formed pert breasts allowing her dark nipples to peak out from their display holes. Pretty lace trimmed the short puffy sleeves, high neck line and flared skirt. She wore no underwear beneath the skirt but a pair of matching rubber stockings covered her legs and thighs. Hold up bands kept the stockings in place finishing just below her smooth hairless pussy which remained just out of sight to the casual observer. A black leather. Go to your room we’ll talk about this. Please don’t tell daddy about it.”I said to her that I knew she had been fucking with the driver, the milkman, my uncle, and other people for a long time. And also said that I even asked uncle to keep feeding your hunger and fuck you whenever you want. My mother was shocked to hear that. She carried on with my uncle.I also said that anyways if even I join you, you can have more pleasure. I won’t stop you from fucking others but if I join you then you won’t.