”Practically leaping off the desk, Ashley gushes, “Thankyou, Mr. Jarman!” and plasters a huge kiss on his cheek. “You are so g...eat!” Jarman coughs. “Don’t get too encouraged,” he says. “Thedecision’s not mine and they might still decide onpunishment. Very likely they will. And if not, anyinfraction of the rules– even a tiny one–will resultin your probation being pulled.”Ashley grins ear-to-ear. “You know what. This was a special night for her, and even as she craved the bliss of orgasm, she desired even more to wait until she could share every pulsing moment of it with the man who was waiting on the other side of the door. His name was Alexander Wentworth, and he was the Chairman and CEO of Wentworth Industries. Mr. Wentworth was a new client, having just been referred to her by one of her other lovers, and Kelly intended to make a great impression. Aside from being fantastically rich, Alexander. She put her arms around my neck and drew me to her, kissing me passionately. "So you want to make me cum do you?" She put her hand on my cock and squeezed lightly before pulling away and lifting her blouse over her head. She had a thin skin coloured bra on, barely big enough to contain her voluptuous breasts. Things were heating up. She undid the top button on her shorts and slid the zip down, letting them drop to the floor. It was like my own personal striptease. I was mesmerised. Emma. Long before the fantasy required the laying on of hands, she found her hips rising and falling in anticipation. She rushed the daydream to the appropriate parts and began to apply herself to the problem at hand. She couldn't believe how hot she felt.The orgasm took her much earlier than normal - not that she was complaining, even though she normally liked to stretch the fantasy out. She tried to catch her breath. Soon she would need to wash her hands.And then it started again, while she was.