THIS was the way she wanted to get fucked. Her husband hadn’t touched her in years and this was just what she wanted, what she needed…what she cra...ed. She turned her head to one side and gave a harsh yelp as I slapped her ass.“Oooooh, that’s it, sugar! Take that ass baby. Pound it good and hard. Gimme all you got! Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh babyyyyyyyyy! You can come over and fuck my big ass any fuckin’ time you want to! Nobody ever fucked my ass the way you do. Aaj mughay itna choda itna choda kay chod. “Good morning sleepyhead,” she told me. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”I’m not really much of a coffee drinker, don’t particularly like the taste of it, but it seemed the sociable thing to do to have a cup. “Yes, please, that’d be great, thank you.”Brett told me, “We were just talking about her new plant in St Louis. You were one of the architects?”I didn’t really want to talk too much about my “architectural” background since I didn’t have any. Especially about Kristen’s new building. She’d. “You should,” she said. “You have the body for it.”Like her I was tall and slim. Taller than anyone else in school. She was as tall as any of the girls, but I had at least six inches on her.“Have you heard of Connie Johns?” she continued.“The dancer?”Mel nodded. “Her company has a school. Classes twice a week. You have to audition, but mostly just to see if you can move. If you have any potential grace. But being male ... there aren’t nearly enough. Just two, with ten girls.”I couldn’t help. I found his butler and explained to him the reason for my visit. He escorted me to the living room, as if he knew I would come. I found a comfortable place to sit down, recollecting the things I knew about Mr. Corrigan. He had an MBA from Harvard Business School and was an expert in corporate finance and investment banking. He was immensely wealthy but believed in working. He came into the room and sat down in front of me. I was lost in thoughts. ‘So, I see that you have come here to ‘fuck.