‘Right. Your dead broke.’ She mocked. Alex didn’t actually know how much he was worth or how much he had in the bank or even where all his money...was even kept. He had no problem with spending money on luxurious items, after all what was the point of being tight-fisted with money and just letting the dollars mount up until you died and someone else inherited your estate, but he thought Julia went to extremes with his money. In the time he’d known her he didn’t even remember her ever saying. " I suggested.That was all Victor needed to hear as he crossed the office to stand next to me. He unzipped his trousers, his cock almost instantly flopping out of the zipper hole. I found myself doing what us posh sluts do best suck on his man hood until he blew his load all down my mouth."Want to make a deal?" Victor asked returning to Mr. Businessman mode."No." I replied, blowing him a coy kiss."You filthy slut." Victor replied as he once again made his exit out of my office. But this time. ’ ‘Oh, my God! He was killed on my birthday…sorry, Randy, I won’t interrupt you again.’ I looked over at her, saw how she was blushing in embarrassment. ‘You were eight years old that day. I’ll bet you were as cute as you are now.’ ‘No way, I wore my hair in pigtails, and I was overweight,’ she confessed, and then she thought of something. ‘That made your mom a widow, like me.’ ‘Year, it was just my mom and me until she remarried.’ ‘So, you’re an only child. Do you have any uncles or aunts?’. “Oh god yes, so good! I remember your hand so well, so much pleasure. Take them off, they’re yours.” Slap – Slap – Slap, again, even harder with no nylon to interfere. Laura’s rear was turning red. Laura looked over her shoulder and blew an air kiss. “Once more Baby, get both cheeks red for me so I can feel it when you take me to bed.” Slap – Slap – Slap - Slap – Slap – Slap, to give equal attention to the left side before shifting to the right. Laura moaned and began to cry at the pain she.