All he could do was watch as she seated herself and slipped her feet from the spiked black court shoes that had pecked their way across the parquet to...ards him a few seconds earlier. The smell of moist nylon assailing his nostrils heightening a disgrace already functioning at high altitudes. The position, gender and race, of his tormentor an unholy trinity in the mind of the man on the receiving end of her intentionsTo allow this woman? this? girl? this? flunkey, to manipulate him in such a. Her sister then displayed on her iPad the series of pictures she had taken of Margo killing their father and the pool boy."What do you want for those?" Margo asked, slumping back in her big chair and looking disgusted.Deedee smiled. "I think I'll take it all, bitch, all your stock, 67% of Morgan Oil. I'll keep you on as CEO, pay you minimum wage, but I'll be president. How's that? And I'll expect you to eat me every Friday." And him?" Margo asked, pointing to the lawyer."I own him. He's a. Katie and I didn't sleep together very often; we just left that door open, a door which we went through on average about only once a month. We both had other more significant interests anyway, but every so often one of us would get bored or we'd just be hanging out alone and decide to go back to my apartment and fuck just for fun. The most memorable experience came that following fall, though, at a Halloween party hosted by one of her friends. It was the night I'd get to try a Katie. I tried to tell him that I was only 15, but he just smiled and said “no habla Anglais”, and tried to slide his hand up farther. I knew I should stop him, but I was already so horny, and he was so hot, that I spread my legs slightly as he moved his hand up farther. Soon, his fingers were running along my pussy lips, and sliding my bikini out of the way. My legs involuntarily spread a bit farther, and he soon slid a finger into my pussy. Soon I was moaning softly as his fingers slid in and out of.