Chloe had on tight blue jeans and a grey shirt that fit a little loosely to allow easy access for his hands, but it still covered her tits. Amateur porn Tom stood up and went over to the couch. Understood?”
“Yes, Master. Porn stars, actresses, fictional characters, women from his real life he never got in bed with; the possibilities were endless. To a rich man that is used to being able to pick any woman he wants, it was unusual to go without a naked girl in his bed for that long. Gill assured him that wouldn’t be a problem. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her tight jeans and her panties beneath and pulled them both down. Tom took hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For a moment, he just watched Chloe laying on the couch, panting for breath. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Chloe’s face suddenly reflected absolute fear and panic. Tom opened the door before the suit could even knock. He swirled his tongue around her nipple. The movie tonight was one with Chloe Foster, his favorite. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Chloe’s face suddenly reflected absolute fear and panic. Stuff like that.”
Chloe cupped her hands over her mouth. The role-play, the sex positions, the fantasies, the endless nudity, and fucking a beautiful woman who would never tell
