She smiled when she saw that Ben’s chest had begun to heave. Moving slowly, to tantalize him, she reached behind her, unhooked the bra, and let it d...op to the floor, along with her dress. ‘What…what are you…doing?’ Ben gasped. She hooked her fingers in her bikini panties, bent and stripped them off while she looked Ben directly in the eye. ‘I don’t want to talk,’ she said softly. ‘I want you to fuck me, Ben! Now!’ She turned and started down the hallway toward Ben’s bedroom. When he reached his. Nevertheless, the martini was giving her a pleasant glow that made her feel more comfortable, and much more confident than before. After all, she had every right to be there chatting with him. She was now an integral part of his household, and she reminded herself, she must do for him what his uncaring wife neglected to do!She thought resentfully of Sylvie upstairs in bed, not even knowing that her husband had come home, probably thinking over her excitement of that evening with young Erick. To Jeremy Foster, the tall gent over by the colorful painting trying to seduce your Miss Tracy, I believe."Bob laughed, "She's easy to seduce, especially for someone with a British accent. She'd do the deed just to hear him talk dirty to her in real English. I love Tracy dearly; she's one of my favorite people in the world because she is so alive and eager to face life head-on. She's becoming a very accomplished salesperson for Visionix."Renee studied Bob's reaction to the sexy woman Jeremy was. “Sorry Mistress, I tried to be helpful.” Her gaze softened. “I know, Candy, it’s okay. I’m sorry I snapped at you, it’s a bad moment for us. You know what? Today is your cum day and I have a treat for you. While I’m impaled on this big dildo, I will allow you to fuck my ass with that tiny appendage until you cum, but only on condition that you then will use your mouth and tongue to clean me afterward.” “Oh, Mistress, yes, thank you! I’ll do it, I promise!” He was almost delirious knowing he.