.. but she wasn't stupid."You wouldn't... take advantage of me... would you?" she asked, her voice sounding surprisingly young for a thirty-three year... old woman."Only if I get the chance." said Kirt. "You inflame me, Angelique." he admitted."Oh my." said Angelique, as Kirt gently took her hand and pulled her toward the cabana.Perhaps we could talk about the interest on your loans." said Kirt. "Would that make things easier for you?"Angelique perked up. "Yes, talking business might help me feel. Beer muscles,an American friend called it."Please," she said, tears in her eyes. "Remember...." And her voicetrailed off, which sobered me up quite a bit. "I know it seems bleak,"she said quietly, her voice cracking. "Think of yourself and," then sheput her hand on my belly, "the baby." With that, I collapsed in tearsinto her arms. My mind was racing. Did I want this baby, Jamie? Itwas all too much.After I don't know how long, I stopped crying and Siggy said that shewas going to take me. The young priests began to kiss my toes and move their lips slowly upwards licking my calfs, knees, thighs and heading towards my cunt. I creamed between my thighs as I enjoyed the sensuality of male and female kisses on my body which had begun to burn with lust, it needed releif. I neded to cum like Rachna and mom had been doing. Just then Bapuji replaced mom’s lips and he sucked on my tits like a hungry child suckling its mom’s nipples. Juices flowed from my pussy in a stream as two tongues. Wilder. I would rather be farming, or painting houses, or leading soldiers into battle. I’d rather be fighting fires, or sewing sheets – anything except doing what I am doing, right here, right now.”As soon as the words left my lips I wondered if I’d made a big mistake... Corbin Wilder was an NYU graduate. He took his job very seriously, and when we pulled up at a rarely used entrance to the Executive Office Building, his team was just as serious. They formed a wall around me and nearly carried.