A strong shudder surged through the innocent blonde wife at the unexpected titillation of her ultra-sensitive n*****s. Her hands shot down from Benjamin's strong muscled back to cover her naked breasts with the orange lace nightgown, which somehow had crept up around her neck without her noticing it. What on earth was her husband's manager doing to her? Surely he wasn't trying to ... but no, that was completely impossible.
"Wh-what are you d-doing, Benjamin?" she stammered, her whole body tensing as if she were about to jump to her feet and run from the room. "D- don't do that, please!"
"Calm down," Benjamin said in the smooth voice he usually reserved for selling impossible schemes or unusable objects to recalcitrant clients. It was a tone of unquestionable honesty and sincerity which,
