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finding her wetness. Our kiss became deeper and with more passion as she moved against my finger. I wanted to take her to the point of explosion and then pull away. I wanted her to want me until her body ached. I felt her tighten around my finger, and I knew she was at her peak.
    “No stop, I think we should wait,” I grinned.  “I want you to have everything you’ve been missing.”
    She looked annoyed and frustrated all at the same time. I slid away, and we rode in silence. I could feel the heat of her body, and hear her panting breaths.
    I was definitely in control of the situation. We pulled up to the house, and I knew I had to take her right inside the door.  We stepped inside the foyer, and I kissed her deeply. I pulled her close, unzipping her dress. It fell to the floor exposing her huge voluptuous mounds.  I ran the tips of my finger over her exposed nipples until they hardened. She was moaning deep in her throat with expectation. I placed my hands on her shoulders gently lowering her to her knees. She recklessly pulled at the buckle of my pants.
    I was now at full erection, and there was no containing me. Susan was definitely no amateur. She placed my staff in the back of her throat, and I slid my fingers in her hair positioning her just right so I could move to the rhythm of her sweet mouth. I knew I couldn’t take much more. She had me right on the edge of exploding. I pulled away, and she looked up at me with those big blue eyes.
    “Now I’m going to please you, my kitten,” I smiled as she stood in front of me. I bent her over and went in deep, all nine inches, and she screamed with pain and pleasure.  She was as tight as a brand new glove, and I needed to work out the kinks. I stayed the course for about thirty minutes, and never missed a beat.
    Thank goodness I was on a strict exercise regimen because she was giving me a run for her money. I felt her body began to shake in spasms, and I knew I had done my job.
    The sweat poured down my face, and I wanted to release so bad, but my way. I pulled out of her hot wetness and into her collagen injected mouth. She sucked until I almost lost my footing. “Deep throat didn’t have shit on this bitch.”
    The next day Susan couldn’t keep her hands off me, and I had grown tired of her. She wanted more than I was willing to give, but I had to keep up the charade.
    I sat by the pool soaking up a few rays of the sun. I was exhausted after my sex episode with Susan. This woman was insatiable! The more I gave, the more she wanted. The muscles in my stomach were aching from all the fucking I was doing. I was beginning to wonder if the twenty five grand were sufficient.
    Maria made breakfast and sat it on the table beside the pool. I ate everything except the strawberries, because I was allergic.  How long would I have to keep this up charade? “Mr. Jacobs,” I heard as she approached the pool area. Mrs. Gweniver has gone out, and requested you join her for dinner this evening.
    “Is there anything I can get you before I return to the house?” “No thank you Maria, I’ll just sit here and relax.”
    “You seem tired Mr. Jacobs’s, rough night?” she said with a smile.” “Yes Maria, it was a rough night, but nothing I couldn’t handle” I said smiling back.
    I lay there, and the beautiful woman I had met at the gala crossed my mind. Stephora was a unique name. It was as beautiful as the woman herself.  This woman would one day play a role in my life, but I didn’t know how. I swam the pool a couple of times before getting ready for dinner with Susan.
    I didn’t know where dinner was to be, but I was sure I needed to look the part. I showered and changed as I listened to the music coming through the stereo speakers. I loved jazz, with a reggae feel to it, and Miami was the place for that. I swayed around the room enjoying the music. I splashed on some aftershave because my face felt a bit irritated. Damn, I was a handsome man if I must say so