Cotter,” she yelped for joy while scampering around his desk and throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss on the cheek, ̶...;I promise you won’t regret it!!!” Frank gently pushed her off of him, and in a professional voice offered, “I’m glad that you’re happy Chris, but since we’ll be working together, I want you to call me Frank, all right!?!” “Sure, Frank,” she replied after flopping down in her chair with her. I asked if she minded a kiss to which she agreed. A soft peck on the lips went into a longer, deeper kiss with our tongues exploring each other as I reached my hand around Robin’s waist and felt her for the first time. When the kiss finally broke and both of us breathing a little heavier – I asked her if she wanted to go to my room with me.She eagerly agreed and off we went hand in hand. I got my room, got the door open and as soon as it shut we picked up where we left off at. I had Robin. ”“Really? How do I handle something like that?”“I’ve already told her that I paid you two hundred and fifty thousand for an hour with me. Then I told her that I paid you three million to let me have your baby.”“But that’s not what you paid me.”“I know, Dear – and I know her. She will more than double anything I tell her just to get you to fuck her, and brag to me about it.”“NO SHIT, ELINOR?”“No shit, Baby. I’ll always look out for my Fuck-Buddy.”When we arrived at the Country Club, there were. “Ow. Ha. Oh yeah. Aaah yeah…” I grabbed a handful of her thin beaded braids and pulled her head back. I poked deep inside her and flicked her uterus with my cockhead like it was a light switch. Then I pulled her coarse hair in time with hard thrusts. A little trick I learned while fucking a sorority whore in Ann Arbor. She became my slave with this trick. Pull-flick. Pull-flick. Sarini went limp in my hands, just as that poor girl had some fifteen years earlier. “Think.