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finger over her nipple through her taunt silk blouse. She moaned at my touch, and I placed my tongue where my finger had been encircling slowly. Her fingers were holding the back of my head, and I could tell her body wanted more. I knew exactly what to do next, and I laid her back on the cool leather seats. I slid her dress up and buried my head in her sweet, rich, pink pussy.
    I slid my tongue in and out faster, then slower until she begged me to stop. I felt her pussy grip the tip of my tongue as her body shook.  I never stopped, and she reached her peak again and again. I carried her limp body from the car up the stairs to her bedroom. I laid her across her king size bed, slipped out my clothes, and straight in her throbbing pussy. Her legs were over my shoulders, and I was getting full and straight shot in her tightness. I fucked her like this was the last piece of ass I would ever get.  The bed was wet with sweat, and she begged me to fuck her harder but if I fucked her any harder my dick would be coming out the top of her head.  I went in for the kill, and she squirmed like a fish on a hook.  She was crying tears of pleasure, and I knew I had done my job. Now it was her time to please me my way, and she placed her lips around my throbbing staff. She licked and sucked until I exploded.
    My body was as limp as a dish rag, and I lay there trying to catch my breath. Susan grabs a cigarette from the night stand, taking a couple of draws. “Donavan you’re a helluva lover, and I would love it if you stayed another day.”
    “I will make it worth your while.” “I’m sorry Susan, but I have prior obligations” I replied, just wanting this weekend to end. Susan took another draw of the cigarette; she seemed a little put off.
    “I know this is just business for you, but how could you take the money and run?” Susan whined.
    “Susan I would love to stay, but I have to get back to Chicago” I said just wanting the weekend to end. “I’m willing to pay you whatever it takes for the week” she whined.  “Susan sorry, but I can’t” I replied.  “You can’t, or you won’t?” she asked, seeming more agitated by the minute. This conversation was going nowhere so I gathered my clothes and left the room. I packed my things and waited for my morning flight.
    I hated to leave things like this, but it really wasn’t personal. I didn’t see Susan the next morning, and I thought that it was best. After checking my bank account, I grabbed my bags and headed for the airport. I sat there on her private jet, and thinking about how lonely she must be.
    Susan was beautiful, smart, and most of all she was wealthy. I learned that day, “That money can’t buy you love.”
     
     
     
     

Chapter 2
     
    After arriving home, I dropped my bags showered then checked my messages. Shanghai had called to see how things went. I thought everything went well, and I was twenty-five thousand dollars richer.
    I phoned the office to let my assistant Leslie know that I wouldn’t be in until tomorrow. I needed a day to relax and think about this whole thing.  I scanned my albums and pulled out Coltrane. He always took me to a different place and helped me relax.  I hadn’t spoken to my mom, so I decide to call, and maybe take her to dinner.
    “Hey Mom, what’s going on with you?” I said, glad to hear her voice. “Juan where have you been, I haven’t talked to you all weekend” she snapped.
    “I’ve been in Miami on business,” I said, trying to put her at ease.
    “What about going to dinner with your only son?” She sounded much happier and replied, “I would love to, and there is someone I want you to meet.” Yeah, I thought another one of mom’s hookups.
    “Mom, what have I told you about trying to set me up? She tried to ease my fears and said, “I think you will love this girl she goes to my church, and she’s gorgeous.”  “Okay, invite her to dinner, and we’ll see how gorgeous she is.”  “That