Connor entered a detailed fantasy that had he and Tamara had gone to the Four Seasons after the meeting. He envisioned the full-figured Tamara strippi...ng down seductively to elaborate black lingerie. He imagined her full red lips sliding around his cock as she looked up at him with those huge, pretty brown eyes. A large pearl of pre-cum leaked from his head and Connor touched his own index finger to the droplet and brought it to his tongue as he imagined Tamara flicking at it and smiling at his. While they ate Michael sat there and stared at her. She was so gorgeous he couldn't think of what he had done to get her. Thank you God he thought. After they left the restaurant, they started for her house. It was almost eleven o'clock. Michael wondered all the way, if after the devastating clitoral stimulation that left her with no energy and the large meal, she would be even less interested in having sex. Soon after they walked into her house, she began to do a strip tease for him. She took. I pulled into the driveway of a large home located on an estate of probably twenty five acres of prime real estate in a suburb that boasted only grand estates. I had to announce myself at the gate and wait till the huge steel-barred barrier moved back to allow my access. I drove up the shaded drive and stopped where a waiting man indicated. As I jumped down from my truck, he introduced himself as the man I had come to see. I simply nodded and gave him my first name only. He told me to go ahead. He was wearing a grey nylon bathing suit that looked like boy shorts, the kind of bathing suit that she had seen once in a European magazine and the kind of suit that most American men would refuse to wear. He could definitely wear it though. Her eyes were drawn to his chest where short curly black hair covered pebble-hard nipples the color of her wine, the wisps of hair trailing down his lean, flat stomach and ending in…. Angela blushed hard. She was staring and she hoped that no one had.