Greta just smiled and said nothing. ‘So this is the way you intended to force me to accept the deal on renting. But I’ll tell you now, you are out...of order. And who is the client? Some rich Arab sheik I suppose?’ The waiter delivered their meals, laid it out and poured the wine. ‘Would madam require desert?’ he asked, completely avoiding asking Harry. It was obvious that he was out of place. Greta shook her head and dismissed the waiter. ‘No Harry, it isn’t an Arabian oil baron. The client. Her body was curvy, but her breast were B-, her ass wasn’t too round, but not saggy either. I saw a glimpse of Derek’s dick. Wow amazing. So thick and long. It looked as if it was 9 inches. Wow so big. And Kim is bouncing on it. Her hips swaying with the rhythm, his hands hold each side of her waist, lifting her up and down as she ride his dick like a rodeo. “Oooo fuck Derek. Fuck me like a fucking slut I am. Call me a slut Derek. Call me a fucking slut!”“You’re a fucking slut! A fucking horny. And there is California. You have been traveling a lot lately. Those transcontinental flights will wear anyone down.’ His ancient hand, sun blotched from seventy summers at Martha’s Vineyard, rested on the arm of his chair. I reached out and covered it with my own. ‘Thank you for talking to me, Jason. I will give serious thought to what you have–and haven’t said. I promise.’ After he left, I crossed to the window again. Across the harbor, a 747 was taking off from Logan. In my mind, it was. I stepped into the small office. and closed the door behind me. It was a tight squeeze. We were barely inches apart. “Lock it,” she said. I wasn’t sure I heard her right. “Lock it,” she repeated as she reached out and placed her hand on my crotch. I didn’t have to be asked a third time. “Would you like to fuck me?” she asked, with her hand planted firmly on my crotch, feeling for my manhood. “Yeah,” I replied, “but in here?” “Yes,” she replied, pulling down the zipper to my blue jeans, and.