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left the consultation room, Milan picked up the phone and called security.
    “Royce, there’s an emergency in the basement consultation room. Get down here, fast!”

CHAPTER 3
    R esponding to Milan’s urgent tone, Royce, the security guard, rushed to the consultation room. His hand was on his gun; clinking and clanging metal cuffs dangled at his side. His head turned back and forth swiftly, making the loose skin of his jowls swing in the air. With his badge, big and gleaming, and with the excessive layers of wrinkled facial skin, he reminded Milan of the old cartoon character Deputy Dawg.
    Royce’s eyes, anxious and wide, swept the room searching for the source of Milan’s distress. Finding nothing out of order, he cocked his head quizzically. “What’s wrong, Ms. Walden?” Breathless from running down several flights of stairs, Royce wiped perspiration from his forehead.
    “Nothing’s wrong!” she spat, annoyed by the inquiry. “I’m experiencing a personal crisis.”
    Milan leaned back in the chair. Brushing her fingertips against the silk top that concealed her small breasts, she drew the security guard’s attention to her protruding nipples. Clipping the twin pearls between her fingers, she displayed her state of arousal.
    Hit with sudden enlightenment, Royce exclaimed, “Oh!”
    Milan rose and stuck out her hand. “Give me your cuffs,Deputy Dawg,” she taunted. Royce’s face dropped. Visibly impacted by the cruel nickname his boss had given him, Royce was humiliated and his shame and sorrow caused his face to sag even worse. Resignedly, he unhooked the handcuffs from his belt loop and handed them to Milan.
    “Hands behind your back,” she ordered, wearing a wicked smile. Then she sauntered to the other side of the desk and cuffed the beleaguered security guard. “I want to try something different today. Let’s see how well you perform without the use of your hands.”
    More perspiration dotted Royce’s forehead. He looked miserable as he tried to keep his balance. Slowly and quite shakily, he lowered himself to the floor.
    Milan inched up her tight skirt and snaked her hand between her legs. Her pussy, aroused from the conversation with the Tamburros, was hot and overly moist. She pulled her thong to the side and ran the length of her palm up and down her slippery entrance. Sighing with pleasure, she withdrew her hand and presented Royce with her cupped palm, which she proceeded to fit over his mouth. “Have you been a good boy today?”
    As he was supposed to do, Royce slackened his jaw and nodded on cue.
    “Excellent.” She rubbed her palm against his lips. “Here’s a little pussy treat for you.”
    She closed her eyes as Royce darted out his extremely long and wide tongue. Quick tongue flicks sent naughty tingles up her spine. Slowly and sensually, Royce lathed her cupped palm until it unfurled in surrender. Royce was not easy on the eyes and had zero sex appeal. He’d worked two or more jobs most of his adult life. Money worries, limited exercise, and too muchfast food had Royce looking ten years older than his actual thirty-nine years.
    An abundance of taste buds covered the surface of his tongue. It was a birth defect, but for Milan’s purposes his deformity was a blessing. His roughened tongue felt like moist sandpaper as it brushed against Milan’s smooth palm. The sensation was ticklish and oddly tantalizing—both gross and stimulating at the same time. As he swiped her flesh with his harsh and bumpy tongue, her nipples tightened to the point of feeling like unbearably hard pebbles. Murmuring softly, she lifted her bra and fondled her small breasts. Her soft sighs were accompanied by Royce’s loud lapping. Her pussy contracted as hot passion trickled out.
    “Eat it!” Milan smashed her open palm against his mouth, grinding it harshly, commanding him to increase the tempo and intensity of his tongue strokes. Royce licked harder and faster, panting and groaning in a manner so