There was a delay the next morning, because we all slept in. The celebration was a success, but we were all tired, mostly from feeling five orgasms at...a time until we were too exhausted to move.At breakfast, near noon, the first item of business after food was finding an accountant. Chellie explained the problem. "What I did before, mostly, provided a few transactions with large amounts of money. I would sign a contract with a small group and they would pay me some large amount for arranging. She kind of looked at me kinda shocked. She didn't really say much about him. I then took a deep breath and asked if he made her happy, sexually? She looked at me shocked again and told me it was none of my business as she downed another glass of wine. I then asked her if he made her cum like she did when she was with me. She looked at me embarrassed. I told her it was ok. It was just between us. She said what had happened between us was wrong and disgusting. But I asked her if she liked it. It hurt at first but when he got it upthere finally, it didn't hurt so much and if I wasn't in such fear ofwhat he was going to do to me after he finished, I might have liked it.He finished and I could feel his hot juices in my ass, not a badfeeling. Finished, he got out of me and off me and lay on his back andpulled me on my back next to him. He took me in his arms and we lay there for a few minutes. I was nolonger scared but accepting what would happen, just as long as it wasn'tpainful. After. Even a nymphomaniac should know where to join the line." "I'm not a nymphomaniac -- or a blackmailer, either, come to think of it." "If you say so. From what I've heard, if all the guys who've been in here to screw you were put together in the elevator, it'd be way too heavy to get off the ground floor. And the story is that none of them ever came back. One ride on Kelly Kubota's subway and they never returned. Weren't any of them good enough, or wouldn't any of them pay to come back for a.