Malaki, in Devonshire Mews. The Square Mile, in the City of London, was reputed to be the richest neighbourhood in Britain, but the area surrounding H...rley Street must come a close second. Clinics, for every cosmetic and therapeutic procedure known to science abounded in the immediate area, and the streets, if not actually paved with gold, were lined by high end vehicles: Rollers, Aston Martins, Bentleys, Mercs, Beemers, Porsches, Ferraris, and Lamborghinis, to name but a few."Yokoso." The. All I could think about was cumming. To be denied like this was torturous.“Fuck me!” I begged, pumping my hips towards him, impaling my fingers deep inside of me, my body undulating in waves as I finger fucked myself, each thrust jarring my metal piecing, igniting my throbbing clit with pleasure so intense I thought my heart my stop as I panted and moaned my way closer and closer towards the point of no return. “Maybe later. If you please me. Or I might just let you suck my cock until I cum all. "But enough about that kind of business.I wanted to talk to you about something else." Oh, okay." I smiled up at him. It was all I could do not to fawn overhim. I batted my eyes, and made sure to give him sexy but subtle poses.I wasn't sure if he hadn't caught on, wasn't interested, or was playinga different game, but aside from the occasional glance, he didn't giveme any longing gazes in response."I've seen something in your work. I know you've only been here a shorttime, but I think you have. He pulled out and kissed my neck, “my beautiful whore-cunt” he whispers tenderly while grabbing tissues from a box and wiping himself clean. I stand still for a moment letting some of the cum run back out before wiping myself as best I can with tissues followed by a Wet-One. I use a panty-liner from my purse for its intended purpose and we’re back on I-75 within 20 minutes of our exiting.When we arrived back at the house, I got coolers for both of us from the fridge, but Paul pinned me.