“David, we HAVE to talk!” she said breathlessly.“Yes we do!” he said smiling and was gone.It was that afternoon when she was working herself i...nto another naked adventure in masturbation that the phone rang breaking the mood and so it was with some resentment that she answered.“Gwen, it’s Howard. I’m sorry to call like this but I need to see you.”“About what?“About the divorce. I ... I’d like to take you to dinner.”Her heart skipped a beat. Had he come to his senses? Was he having second. He moved still further down her body to just above her buttocks, he then started up again following the same line as he had on the downward movement and once at her slender neck, proceeded once again to slowly work down across her bodyThis time when he had reached her buttocks he started to massage them and as she relaxed he slid a finger along the crevice between her buttocks. She relaxed even more and let out a soft moan as he slid his finger between her legs not quite touching but teasing. He’s seen thousands of cocks before but none reached the size of that one. Not even in his wildest imagination could he have envisioned something that size, not on a man.“It’s so big,” he repeated unable to break his stare from it.“I warned y’all, didn’t I?”“Yea, but I wasn’t prepared for that!”“Yes or no? Keep in mind if y’all say ‘no’ y’all have to get your things and leave. We’re keeping the girl but y’all have to go.”“That’s blackmail!”“No, it’s a fact. The four of y’all have absolutely no. Came from nothing, she remembered, but as soon as she'd latched on to James she had become Lady Muck. Peter, on the other hand, was David's main boss and director of the company. In a world where appearance is everything, it's nice to have someone who will call it like it is. Handsome, Scottish and mature, that's how she would describe him, but that didn't do her feelings justice. Yes, she liked Peter very much. She suddenly realised that her eyes were closed, and her hand had slid between her.