He patted the wide upholstered arm of the leather chair. “Sit here, Mrs. Ryan,” he said. When she was seated, he put his rough hand on her bare back causing her to flinch. “A woman who wants a big favor ought to welcome the touch of the man who will decide whether or not she gets it.” His hand slowly moved up along her spine.
She turned toward him, “I’m sorry, Abul. It’s just...just...that I wasn’t expecting...”
“You weren’t expecting me to touch you? But isn’t that why you’re here? You want me to touch you. You want me to let the brushes spin over your wet c**t. You want me to pinch your nipples.” His hand moved to her breast. “You want me to kiss you. You want to suck my c**k and drink my c*m. You want to feel my big prick in your ass. Aren’t these things true?” On the outside of her
