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“Then I want to watch your man lick your nipples while you watch in the ceiling mirror. “Then I want to lay between your legs and lick you to new highs of pleasure while he is licking your nipples. Double pleasure for you, and you can watch and enjoy my big arse in the ceiling mirror. “And after two orgasms on my tongue I want your man to lick and kiss my arse while you watch in the ceiling mirror, while I am still licking you. “And I want him to fuck me from behind while I am still licking you.” Her arse really is magnificent I muse as I fondle, lick and kiss her arse cheeks. She can’t speak as she is busy licking Francoise but I can hear her purring with pleasure as she supports herself on her elbows and knees. “Wow, that really is something. I am watching my man fucking your sensational big arse while you are licking me to new pleasures,” Francois groans. “Don’t stop, the noise as he slaps into you is magic.” “Glad you like it, fuck me even harder and make more noise,” Monique moans in a guttural voice. “Harder baby, fuck me harder, harder. “Cum with me baby, cum, cum, cum. “Now, now, now,” and three of us did simultaneously. In the afterglow all three of us agreed our afternoon would be very hard act to follow. I didn't want to get into this business, but you know, well, you have to live, eat, pay the bookies, stand a round when you meet your mates, that sort of thing don't you? I remember the last days of my business, the legitimate one, the courier firm, watching the work dry up and the customers going down like ninepins, laying the guys off one by couple one, self employed guys, hanging around the office, instead of being out on the road, some just gave up of their own accord, others I had to suggest they looked elsewhere. The trouble was as the legit side of the trade dried, tapes, CDs, documents most of my business was break bulk pharmaceuticals, packages in Jiffy bags and video tapes to obscure addresses, when it was ten per cent of the business it was fine but then it was fifty per cent and you can't juggle the dodgy and legit runs, the guys were repeating the same runs, amateurs questions were asked, the good guys, with smart vans and bikes, sussed it and left while the low-lifes sussed it as well, long delays, "Break downs", I suspected they were stealing what ever it was and replacing it with what ever so more and more it was me taking the dodgy runs myself, in the Fiesta van or the K100 BMW, a bloody awful motorcycle if ever there was one, but at least it had absolutely fridge like reliability. I got to know Leroy and Frank, they ran the import and distribution company, and they knew I was in the shit. I tried to keep legit, a Solicitor wanted a guaranteed secure courier service to their Durham and Liverpool branches, they liked me, but they wanted a guarantee of vehicles less than three years old. The Beemer was ten and the Fiesta even older. Which is where I met Kate. I was dressed to the nines, best suit, waistcoat even, sober tie, the one I wore when I was hauled before magistrates to explain how my Motorcycle must have been cloned and I was sitting behind my desk when the homemade BMW hurtled through roadworks at 129mph. Actually I failed to spot the bloody camera. But Kate, Ms Katherine Beauchamp, she was sitting there behind her desk, all prim and proper, nut brown hair in a bun, dark business suit, her white blouse giving just a hint of the luscious cleavage beneath, her eyes distorted by her spectacles. Early Twenties, I guessed, high flyer, "Ms K Beauchamp Business Loans Manager." said he name tag, "Look Andrews," she said, after the initial frosty welcome, "You don't amateur really expect me to give you a business loan for an executive toy at this point of the economic cycle?" "Its Agnew," I corrected, "and its for the specific contract." "I know a complete fantasy fabrication when I see one," she continued, "Your turnover is eighty per cent down on last year, I saw the accounts, eighty per cent down in volume since last year, eighty." "But I'm still solvent, I can shed staff, do more myself, out on the road not as controller." "Look, Mr Agnew, do your self a favour sell up, while you can, Liquidate, before we foreclose," I knew the figures, it was finely balanced but she should have see I was a very good solid prospect, for a business loan. "Buy your executive toy on your private account and stop wasting my time." I knew she had not checked the figures, she just either did nor like me or more likely I was small fry and beneath her dignity for her to help. She crushed the life out of my business without a thought, I even thought I saw a glint of pleasure in her eyes as she said, "Good day, don't fight it, Liquidate." The Office was on a short lease, Mandy my p.a. and controller handed in her notice, she was going back to her old job at Tesco so I gave up, I told the lads remaining lads that we finish on Friday, I somehow scratched together enough to pay most of them, Jimmy took my Ford Mondeo in lieu of what I owed him and over the weekend I just took the contacts book and dumped the rest and I went back to being a one man band, like I started eight years before, except then I had a brand new Honda, and dreams. It was ironic, a year before I had the world at my feet, looking to take on more riders, I was careful to keep my Porsche hidden, I didn't let too many people know when I bought a new Mondeo, I liked to look less prosperous than I was, yet now I was desperately trying to keep up appearances, to put a buffer between my working life disasters and my life at home with Sara, but it was not the same, we agreed to put the wedding on hold and stopped doing things together, until we just slept together. Somehow I ended up taking on courier jobs for Leroy, exactly what I wanted to avoid, Jiffy bag to somewhere in Wiltshire, or Herefordshire, or somewhere equally remote, it just had to be drugs, not even disguised as documents or Videos, around ninety five miles one way, ninety five pounds for ninety minutes each way thirty quid an hour, then as I returned from Big Boobs one trip I got a call on my mobile phone, I used a hands free inside the helmet of course and they have another package for Ross on Wye, I head round there and they are very suspicious, so I head off for darkest Herefordshire. It was a farmhouse I delivered the package, "Hey hang around, I got a return for you." "No way, one way only," I insisted. "Hundred?" he offered, pulling notes from his back pocket. I pounded away and he started to moan. However, she doesn’t do this for long. “Oh yes please.” I gasped, “Let me please I would be a good b….girl for you always I promise.” "I told you that ahead of time . . . Your smile widens. They were strong hands, long-fingered and graceful, and they slid down my arms until they met my wrists. “Can I pee, I’m going to wet myself,” the young woman was about to lose control. She tried to sit up and turn toward him but he caught her arms in mid motion and held her down on the bed. I stop to chuckle to myself as I see poor BJ drop the Big Boobs ball, not once, not twice, but three times. Not knowing what else to do, he headed downstairs and dressed. But I also want you to finish your study and not having to cope with my hormones. I shot my eyes to Julie who amateurs showed me a daring look as she tipped her head in the direction of the bathroom. Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her wrists, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. “Yes, I just wish I’d been fucked like that fifty years ago, I’d be his slut now if I had.” I went walking up the path to amateur the crag just homemade as the sun was setting. She was wearing the black panties and red satin blouse she'd worn the night before. Which of my girlfriends would couple you like to have? I didn’t know what to say, and the longer I went without saying anything, the more I was probably confirming to Chris that something was wrong. I also noticed that underneath his varsity jacket he had a shirt that was black and one size too small for him.