I was trying to decide if I should blackmail himor just give him the scotch for Christmas. I just hope there aren't morehidden transactions lurking in...other spreadsheets. The last thing I needas the new owner is a tax audit.While I was worrying about that, my phone beeped. Good, that should bethe appointment confirmation text. I took a quick glance at the text andput the phone back in my purse. Ten seconds later, I'm dumping out thecontents of my purse as fast as I can to get to my phone.Still. The sheer material around her neckline played up her femininity in teasing way, far sexier than any form fitting, skin baring number. Not that she needed overtly sexy clothing with that body. Unlike Nicole, there wasn’t a scrap of girlish waif about her, she was all Vargas-girl-curves. His eyes drifted down to her long legs and black peep-toe pumps. Were those fishnet stockings? Now that got his attention. ‘Can you hand me back my book, after you’re done?’ Her blasé delivery didn’t match her. ??? * March me under a bridge, handcuff me to acase of cheap wine, pull down my pants, leave me with the angry old drunks, anddrive away laughing about it. ??? * Buy a decibel meter from Radio Shack andhold an all-day contest for his friends to see who can make me scream theloudest. ??? * Let his five nephews in their early teensfuck me as sex education while I?m blindfolded. ??? * Keep me on the edge of starvation andfeed me nothing but men's cum. ??? * Have me fill my cunt with. I add another few strands of cum to your cheeks and mouth and finally shoot some drops onto your eyes. You take me into your mouth and suck me dry, showing me the glorious facial mess I – and we – love so much. You lay back, thinking it’s all over. But it’s not. You’ve forgotten about the cum load nestling in your arse hole. I make you stand up, I clip your chain back on, I want you as my cum slave again. You crouch down and open your arse hole with your fingers. The cum drips out, still thick.