wickedpen
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Rene cleaned up her office, disappointed her display had not turned Michael into a drooling mess begging at the door to come in and fuck her. She was about to leave when she got Michael's text.
"Is that so?" she said as she read the text.
She hit reply. "Well if that is the case, then you now work for me. I will expect a meeting in your office at 7am tomorrow. I will expect returns on my investments. R." This was a Saturday and the office was usually closed.
Rene stood smiling and ran her hands over her tall thin body. "This is not going to as you expect Mr O'Rourke." Mr Holiday was literally scared from managing Rene's small fortune and extreme sexual demands.
Rene went home and had dinner with her husband then went to bed early. Knowing her husband played golf every Saturday waited for him to leave then dressed.
She wore her hair up in a bun and a billowy white blouse that had cuffs around her wrist and neck. The blouse was tailored to her fine torso. Then she wore khaki knickers down to her black leather riding boots. She was dressed for polo but was not riding her horse today. Today she had a new mount.
She tapped on the glass door of the investment firm at seven sharp with her knuckle and waited.
"Is that so?" she said as she read the text.
She hit reply. "Well if that is the case, then you now work for me. I will expect a meeting in your office at 7am tomorrow. I will expect returns on my investments. R." This was a Saturday and the office was usually closed.
Rene stood smiling and ran her hands over her tall thin body. "This is not going to as you expect Mr O'Rourke." Mr Holiday was literally scared from managing Rene's small fortune and extreme sexual demands.
Rene went home and had dinner with her husband then went to bed early. Knowing her husband played golf every Saturday waited for him to leave then dressed.
She wore her hair up in a bun and a billowy white blouse that had cuffs around her wrist and neck. The blouse was tailored to her fine torso. Then she wore khaki knickers down to her black leather riding boots. She was dressed for polo but was not riding her horse today. Today she had a new mount.
She tapped on the glass door of the investment firm at seven sharp with her knuckle and waited.