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He was wearing an impeccably tailored dark blue suit, white shirt, maroon tie. The camera angle was from one side of the desk, and the man had swiveled to face it. His hands rested comfortably on each arm of the chair. He was looking directly into the lens, directly at Ross, and he was smiling. For between his shining black tasseled loafers and neatly creased trousered legs knelt a naked woman. floor of the TXK Building, facing south, overlooking the Straits of Singapore and a roadstead full of ships waiting to offload cargo, he had no inkling that in a few more minutes his life would change irrevocably. My eyes were drawn to the manll just keep on going. In fact, get that way her legs, she let her head fall back onto the mattress. Instead he was going over the details of the deal he had just successfully concluded to license to a Chinese manufacturer technology developed by the year old start-up of which he was the President of International Marketing. In other offices in the TXK Building and on the streets of the city far below, life went on. A city that made nothing, but facilitated everything. d been here this never would have happened--and was seated at a table with four couples and Brad, who is divorced and also was there alone. He has a place up in the mountains, somewhere around Julian, but on the side overlooking the desert. Her eyes fixed on lights built into the ceiling far above her. She tasted the differences between the first few loads in her mouth, and then like cheap wine, it all began to taste the same. Below her Brad saw her green eyes widen in pain and disbelief as it was breached. You Brad and the man in her ass settled into a rhythm: one thrusting in, while the other pulled out. As he forced his hips up, they forced her ass back onto the third cock, which drill deep, causing it to come. Her fingers recoiled, then spread the slippery substance. A flood of semen washed it down.s cock slipped into her swamped cunt. Locking her face a few inches above his.s cock in her cunt, resisted being forced open. They began to move, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh. Keeping her eyes squeezed closed, she sat up and reached down for her feet. it was a small building, fifteen units, three each on five floors, and everyone knew everyone else. The sun was setting behind them, but it was still light as the Lexus reached the top of the on-ramp and merged with traffic heading east on Interstate 8. Forest broken by a few scattered farm houses and cottages in starlight. The prospect was frightening and exciting.t made up her mind, she returned naked to the bathroom and proceeded to shave the stubble from her pussy--no, she thought, cunt as Brad insisted--and from the crack of her ass. She had hoped that none of her neighbors would see her, but she could not pretend not to notice. But when his brown hand reached out and tentatively cupped her breast, she cringed. But coming out with the receipt, his glance passed over Carol, moved on, then returned in a classic double-take.

Everything seemed vaguely unreal; her life a reflection in a hazy mirror. If It had felt so good last Saturday night and Sunday morning with Brad, and so intense in his office Tuesday. Although she sat motionless, her stomach churned; and when she noticed that the digital cablebox display read , it did a backflip. What if the elevator was held on another floor and she was seconds too late.

Ever more dimly she felt hands pulling and pushing her yielding body, arranging and rearranging it as they wished.

It would be a few days before she saw the inhuman answer.

Whatever, she had already been fucked that night by many more men than in the first 35 years of her life. She imagined the pores of her skin as large as if under a microscope, come pouring through them into her.

Brad was right, she thought and understood perhaps for the first time, this night really is life altering.

Everything seemed vaguely unreal; her life a reflection in a hazy mirror. If It had felt so good last Saturday night and Sunday morning with Brad, and so intense in his office Tuesday. Although she sat motionless, her stomach churned; and when she noticed that the digital cablebox display read , it did a backflip. What if the elevator was held on another floor and she was seconds too late. Ever more dimly she felt hands pulling and pushing her yielding body, arranging and rearranging it as they wished. It would be a few days before she saw the inhuman answer. Whatever, she had already been fucked that night by many more men than in the first 35 years of her life. She imagined the pores of her skin as large as if under a microscope, come pouring through them into her. Brad was right, she thought and understood perhaps for the first time, this night really is life altering. What would it be like to be naked in a room full of strange men. She was surprised that the music coming from the multiple speakers was classical. Night fell, and she stopped wondering if anyone in passing cars or trucks could see her. Instead he opened the trunk, removed what looked like two duffle bags, and carried them across the deck to a sliding glass door.