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around on the bed still pinned down by his body. She knew she was close to orgasm.

She felt the first jet of cum exit his cock, followed by the second and more, like a machine gun cutting her body down. She screamed out as she came, her whole body shaking as Jonas continued to pump into her as if on auto pilot. Robyn loved this part of their love making feeling his cum inside her, his hardness still held as she felt his meat inside her. Jonas had the ability to sustain his hardness like no other man she had taken. When there was time, unlike today, he could even sustain harness to cum a second time. Roby smiled to herself if only there was time today but she knew her excitement for the morning was over.

Eventually Jonas moved back down the bed as his still rigid cock slipped free of Robyn’s body, he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned back to Robyn smiled, blew her a kiss and said he needed to relieve himself and shower. Robyn smiled up at him.

“So you don’t want the smell of my body to stay with you all day?” She giggled adding “Unlike your cum which will still be inside me all day as it oozes into my panties”. Jonas smile, blew another kiss and walked to the door.

Robyn lay on her back staring at the ceiling, thinking back to that evening at college when her classmates suggested they go to a Kizomba Club. She had no idea it was a club where it seemed white girls danced with black guys. That night they had danced but left as they had arrived – alone. She had enjoyed the experience and so the next night Robyn was so excited that she went back. This time arriving alone, but leaving with one of the guys she had danced with. That night was her first time with a black guy, with a black cock. From that time she had always had a fascination with the “Darkside”. She would not call herself a snow bunny, nor a Queen of Spades. She just enjoyed cock whatever the colour as long as it gave her satisfaction and orgasms. Often it was not the cock but the attitude or experience of the man. But Jonas had been different, in their two years together he had taken her to heights of excitement she had never felt before. They did not live together, just enjoyed the moments when their desires collided.

After a while, Robyn got up, showered, dressed, did her hair and make-up and by the time she made the kitchen Jonas was almost ready to leave. They kissed long and hard, Jonas running his hand across her chest as they kissed, Robyn had her hand rubbing across his trousers. One final act of intimacy before they parted company before they broke the embrace and Jonas left.

Robyn leant back against the worktop, coffee cupped in her hands as she thought about the meeting ahead that morning. She had been contacted by Claire Imray, wife of the multi-millionaire David Imray who owned ImCars one of the largest car suppliers in the country. Robyn had been recommended by a friend she said, who Robyn had helped, she said with information to get a great divorce settlement. She went no further in their initial phone call, but asked her to meet with her at her house.

Robyn as always had done her preparation. It seemed Claire and David had been married for quite a few years, no children but certainly a millionaire lifestyle. From pictures and articles she had sourced David was a suave and handsome self-made man and certainly kept his body in trim from the web pictures. Claire was from an aristocratic family, niece to Lord Shropshire. From her research Robyn thought she looked amazing in all the pictures she could find. She was almost jealous at the pictures of the mature blonde with an absolute gym body. If nothing else Robyn was looking forward to meeting Mrs Imray to see if she was as attractive in real life? Robyn would never consider herself bi-sexual her desire was for what men had to offer, but there had been more than one occasion where she had shared the pleasures of another woman back in her college days. But this was now a good few years behind her.

Robyn put down her coffee cup, picked up her smart leather portfolio from the worktop and moved into the hall to check herself in the long mirror before leaving. She knew she looked good, attractive, even stunning. She had dressed up more than usual to meet with such a stylish woman as Mrs Imray. There were times in her work when she dressed down often in jeans and a hoodie to follow and take pictures unobserved, but this was a client pitch and she had to make a good first impression. She had let her long auburn hair hang free, pulled forward over her shoulder and hanging down the deep green silk blouse she wore. Unbuttoned enough to reveal a little cleavage but not so overt as to look as if she was showing off her ample chest. The blouse tied round her waist in a large bow. She had on a knee length tight black pencil skirt and her favourite, what she thought very sexy, black booties. The effect designed to show off her long slim legs covered with tan tights. Her make-up was light and subtle, just enough to cover the inevitable freckles that came with being a natural “redhead”. Robyn shuffled and brushed her dress down, she could feel the dampness in her panties, slowly the large load of cum Jonas had sunk deep into her was oozing into them, she loved the feeling of fresh cum in her panties. Yes thought Robyn, I am ready, very ready for whatever challenge this potential case might bring.

Robyn pulled her little sports car to a halt beside the large top of the range SUV parked outside the modern very individual house in the most expensive road in the town. She checked herself in the mirror before getting out of the car. Standing beside the car with the door open she bent over to pick up her portfolio from the passenger seat. Any man observing this would have had an instant boner as her short tight skirt stretched over her well-proportioned arse as it rode up as she stretched across the seats for her portfolio wallet.

Robyn returned to her standing position, shut and locked the car and turned towards the house. There standing in the open door way she assumed was Claire Imray. She looked immaculate, her neatly cut blonde bob curving under her chin, her big eyes and pink painted mouth welcoming. She wore a pink fluffy cross over front angora sweater with more than a hint of cleavage displayed. Set off with a short black leather skirt and gorgeous black booties just like her own. This lady left nothing to chance in her appearance and style.

Robyn was instantly drawn to her, the clothes were just as she would want to wear with the exception that pink would not be her colour, but it clearly was for this blonde lady. She had always wondered what her own hair might look like if cut in a bob like hers. Slowly she walked forward, now conscious that she was on display, maybe competing with her client in a strange way. Claire Imray held out her perfectly manicured hand in greeting, the pink nails a perfect match for her lipstick. Robyn squeezed it softly as their eyes met and introduced herself.

“Good morning madam, my name is Robyn James. Mrs Imray?” she questioned. Claire Imray smiled and responded.

“Indeed Ms James, please call me Claire, may I call you Robyn, do come inside”. Robyn nodded in response and followed Claire into the impressive hallway.

“Let’s go into the sun lounge” said Claire, “It is so much more relaxed and inviting for our discussions” She paused and asked if Robyn would like some tea or coffee. Robyn responded that coffee would be good. Claire called out to someone called Maria to bring some coffee to the sun lounge as she led the way through to a large sun drenched room at the back of the modern house. The back wall a series of bi fold doors that opened onto a massive patio. Claire indicated Robyn to sit on the arrangement of white leather sofas that were the centrepiece of the room.

Robyn sat on one as Claire settled into another as she tucked her legs up under her body. Alongside her laying on the sofa a brown folder that Robyn presumed would play some part in the conversation ahead. Almost immediately the coffee arrived, brought in by Maria who was clearly Spanish. She placed the tray on the table and poured for both of them. She lifted the cream jug, expecting Robyn to confirm if it was she wanted cream.

“No gracias, esta bien asi” Robyn responded.

“Vale” was the reply from Maria

“So you speak Spanish” asked Claire her voice more posh that Robyn had ever experienced. Claire dismissed Maria, adding not to disturb them for anything. Robyn watched Maria leave, responding only once the door closed.

“Enough Spanish I guess” she responded adding “I spent my Erasmus year in Madrid and loved it” she smiled. Claire leaned forward and picked up her cup.

“David and I have a villa in Andalucía” responded Claire, “but I am afraid I don’t speak the language”

This was clearly a good ice breaker and the two women exchanged views on Spain and the Spanish people. Robyn ever the observant investigator watched Clair’s mannerisms and listened to her choice of words. She was as precise in her choice of words as she was with her stylish dressing and indeed the way she shuffled and moved on the sofa as she continued to avoid eye contact and kept adjusting her sitting pose. Robyn had studied body language as part of her criminology training and for sure Claire was not relaxed, despite this Robyn could feel there was already chemistry between them and whatever the job, spending time with this stylish lady would be enjoyable. She felt she saw a mirror of herself in Claire; their dress style, their attention to the details of their appearance, along with their shared comments on Spain coinciding almost 100%. Claire was attracting her in a way she had not felt since her first fumbling with women back in college.

The discussion had flowed for a few minutes before Claire leant forward to place her coffee cup on the table. It seemed to Robyn as if she exaggerated where she placed the cup so that as she leant forward she exposed a lot more breast and cleavage as the cross over top hung open. Maybe it was just Robyn’s imagination.

As she sat back up and smiled, Claire turned the conversation.

“So I guess you want to know how I found your name and what I would like you to do”

“Indeed” Robyn responded “I would be interested to know which of my clients made the recommendation”

“Julia Samuels, a good friend of mine” Claire paused “You helped her to nail her errant husband who had been, shall we say, fucking his young assistant. She said you were very discreet, but very effective in executing your task”

Robyn smiled to herself, remembering the case clearly. Julia’s husband had indeed been fucking his assistant. It had been easy to solve. He was not being clever about it as they used the same hotel at the same time every week. Just a couple of weeks of surveillance and a few long lens shots at the end of the day confirmed this. Then came the challenging part, Robyn needed photographic evidence. She used her charms to flirt with the hotel manager. It never ceased to amaze her how much a man would compromise for a little sexual fun. It meant she had to give him a hand job in his office and let him finger her pussy, but that was all in a day’s work to achieve her goal. She hired the same room they used and set up surveillance cameras the day before and returned the day after to take them down, promising the guy, with absolutely no intention, that she would be back the next week for another fumble session.

The cameras had provided all that her client needed to file for divorce and more. It seemed his assistant liked to be tied to the bed and Julia Samuels cited in court that for years she had been hinting to her husband for some bondage sex which he had said he was not into. So she claimed he had denied her the pleasure she wanted and got an even bigger settlement than she had expected.

Robyn leant back in the sofa

“Yes I remember the case. I believe Mrs Samuels was pleased with the outcome”. Robyn continued “I am afraid Mr Samuels was not good at covering his tracks” Claire laughed.

“Indeed and I am intrigued how you managed to get the video footage that Julia told me was the key evidence” Robyn put a finger to her lips.

“I am sorry Claire that is for me alone to know, but I can assure you I have many unconventional ways to elicit information to solve cases.” Robyn moved the conversation on. “I have done my research on you and Mr Imray, I am assuming as infidelity is my specialism, that maybe it is Mr Imray who I would be investigating?”

“Yes it is David, but not infidelity as such” She paused “It would be good if you can get hard evidence of his infidelity, but it’s nothing new, He has been having an affair with his personal assistant Suzi for years I just turn a blind eye” Robyn unzipped her portfolio, took out a small notebook and indicated to Claire she wanted to take some notes. Claire continued “Robyn please take whatever notes you wish, but I have some information already prepared for you” Claire indicated the folder laid on the sofa beside her. “Look I turn a blind eye to his affairs and he turns a blind eye to mine, a short of mutual understanding. Don’t get me wrong we do have sex and its fun and varied, David has such a high libido and I could never satisfy it without exhaustion and Robyn we have enjoyed some very exhausting holidays when there are no distractions for either of us”

Claire picked up the folder, stood up and encouraged Robyn to make space for her next to her on the sofa. Robyn shuffled along and Claire carefully eased herself into the space. She placed the folder on her lap with one hand on it. She turned to Robyn, the smile had left her face as she spoke.

“Robyn this could be dynamite, it could end David’s company if it’s true. It would be an embarrassment to both myself and my family and end our marriage.” Robyn swallowed, what was she about to learn and more importantly could she keep focus and concentration with Claire now sitting so close. She drew in the expensive perfume as she looked down at the folder. Claire spoke slowly.

“I think David is running a prostitution operation within the company to increase sales”. Claire drew breath. Robyn’s eyes opened wide, this was not what she was expecting at all, sitting in silence and concentration as Claire continued. “Let me explain a little more” she paused then continued, “David has set up what is called a Special Public Relations unit dedicated to increasing sales. He holds a special closed dinner each month for selected buyers at head office which I now believe could effectively be called a brothel. I only discovered this by accident a couple of weeks ago and then other pieces of the jigsaw started to fall into place. Let me show you.”

Claire opened the file on her lap to reveal a series of photos of David’s employees. Claire indicated they were for Robyn to help her investigation. The first was a very smart older lady, who Claire stated was Suzanne Bridges, David’s personal assistant and as Robyn now knew was his mistress. She was a good few years older than Claire and in the picture looked quite stern. From Robyn’s experience she had the look of someone who was fantastic at preventing unwelcome visitors accessing her boss. Claire explained that she believed that Suzi was implicated as the organiser of the closed dinners and she understood attended them as well. Claire disparagingly referred to her as “The Madam”. It seemed that whatever Claire was prepared to accept and tolerate between David and Suzi in the past, had changed. She now saw Suzi as “Public Enemy No 1”.

Claire passed the photo to Robyn to reveal the next one. This lady was much younger, maybe mid 20’s with long hair fashioned in tight ringlets. Claire explained this was Octavia Lovell-Smith. Octavia led the Special PR team. Claire explained that she was the daughter of Peter Lovell-Smith who owned the firm of Solicitors used by ImCar. Indeed Claire explained she had known Octavia since she was a small girl in pigtails and watched her grow with the confidence that comes from a private school education. It did not seem out of the ordinary for David to offer her a job, she was intelligent with a degree from Cambridge, outgoing and of course known to him. As she indicated that everyone now called her “Tavi”. Once again Claire’s distain showed through as she added that maybe David knew her too well and maybe for longer than she had been aware.

She passed the photo to Robyn. Wow was all Robyn could think as the next face was revealed, another mid 20’s female. Her dark hair cut in a very stylish was she had big dark come to bed eyes and a cute bow mouth with an impish smile. Claire shared that this was Izabella Price or “Izzy”. She had been the next to join the team. Claire had been impressed with her when she first arrived and even encouraged David to nurture her skills. Claire looked up at Robyn adding if only she had known what other skills she possessed. Although she looked cute, innocent and stylish, she was manipulative and always got what she wanted one way or another.

Next was the third mid 20’s employee, it was not difficult to see a trend emerging, however the next was a blonde. Fiona Forsythe, Robyn understood from Claire that Fiona had been introduced by Octavia as they had been at school together. Claire in quite a derogatory way said she was known as Fia. So it was Tavi, Izzy and Fia all very modern ladies. Continuing that Fia being blonde knew just how to get what she wanted. Robyn could see that she had what could only be described as a dirty smile, thin lips accentuated with bright red lipstick. Claire description was more succinct; “A flirty, dirty slut of a girl”.

Finally Claire revealed the newest recruit to the PR team. Younger and looking like she was just out of college. This she understood was Poppy Samuels. Fresh faced with an eager smile, Claire explained that Poppy was not from the same background which seemed strange to her. Poppy was from Essex and had a strong estuarine accent and as Claire noted a practice of inserting “like” in her English with annoying frequency. Claire was not sure how she would fit in with the other three who as she put it “at least had some class and breeding.” Claire shared that Suzi had confided in her that she thought she was a bad choice, but David was the boss and he wanted her in the team. She felt she was disruptive, unlike the others, a bit wild and certainly as she put it “gobby”. Although Suzi had not said as much Claire thought that she might not be able to keep “company confidentiality” and was certainly difficult to manage.

Robyn took the photo and spread the four across their laps. Her mind had focused on why was Poppy different. Maybe David was after a different type of client, one who would not be so influenced in breeding and manipulation but youth and enthusiasm. She raised her eyes from the pictures as her eyes met Claire eye to eye.

“Claire, all very interesting and it is clear your husband has an eye for the ladies, but so far all I have is your assertions that Suzi and these young ladies are involved in prostitution. I need more to go on to work out more of the what and how.” To her surprise Claire raised her hand and stroked her face. Such an unexpected gesture, but a subtle message that Claire might be as attracted to her as she was beginning to realise she was to her.

“Robyn that was just background let me tell you the next piece in the jigsaw.” Claire dropped her hand into Robyn’s lap and gently took hold of her hand before she started. To Robyn this felt like an electric shock through her body, but she had to concentrate, be professional, keep calm and in control of herself.

Claire took a deep breath and started to explain that she had been at the gym a couple of weeks back and bumped into one of the dealers who brought from ImCar. By way of justification, Claire added that he was a good looking guy with a great gym body. They had met a few times before at industry events and sat together flirting one night at an awards dinner. They exchanged a few words and he asked if he could buy her a coffee in the gym café. She said she had no hesitation in accepting. It seemed he had recently left his job in the motor trade as he had been head hunted to head up a national motorcycle dealership. It appeared that cars and motorcycles where considered separate industries, so no issue of conflict and he had only worked for a regional dealer whereas this new job was national. As they talked he said he would miss the monthly secret private dinners that David used to invite him too. He obviously assumed that Claire knew more about these than she did. It was his use of the words secret and private that pricked her ears. She knew and expected David to run business dinners but private? Before she could ask anything more the guy asked her a surprise question. Did she know Tavi Lovell- Smith? This was not how she had heard Octavia referred to by either David or Octavia’s father. She confirmed that she did know an Octavia Lovell- Smith and asked him how he knew her. He indicated that she was always at the dinners along with several other young ladies. He hesitated before adding that he had enjoyed her company at the dinners and would like to get in contact with her privately. He shrugged his shoulders he was no longer invited, having left his previous employer he was of no longer of value to David.

Claire said that although she did not have Octavia’s contact details she was sure she could get them for him and maybe they could meet the next week for coffee and she could pass them on. Claire exchanged phone numbers with him to be sure not to lose the contact. His comments on the dinners had set her mind racing.

Robyn felt Claire squeeze her hand, not sure if this was just her way of feeling more relaxed as she recounted the information or signalling something more.

“Claire that changes the picture, you have knowledge from a third party, who had been present at the private dinners that they exist and that the young ladies of the PR team were present. What we need to uncover is what happened at the dinners and I have an idea. Tell me did you meet him the next week as planned and did you learn anything else?”

Claire sat back in the sofa, releasing Robyn’s hand and took a deep breath. Robyn watched her breasts rise and fall as she inhaled. Maybe she had not noticed before but beneath the pink sweater there was now the clear outline of two hard nipples. Claire was obviously not wearing a bra and Robyn found herself wondering what Claire’s nipples would be like. Were they small or big? Were they pink to match her lipstick or dark like her own? Robyn encouraged Claire to continue.

Yes she had met him again, indicating his name was Mike Allsopp. Robyn wrote this down knowing it would not take much investigation to find the company. She had passed on the phone contact for Octavia, but also asked a little more about the private dinners, acting the loyal wife, who chose not to attend. He picked up the bait, but was cautious. Yes he had met Tavi at several of the dinners and she certainly contributed to the fun atmosphere of the dinners. Claire asked if Suzanne Bridges was present. He laughed and said of course. She was the contact for the invitations and was always present organising the table plan and was always seated beside David. He added to Claire that she seemed always to keep David occupied to distract his attention from the other ladies present. But he would not be drawn further.

“Wow Claire, now we do have something to go on. We can now link Suzanne to the organisation and attendance” Robyn smiled to herself adding “I wonder what he meant by saying she distracted him from the other ladies present” She was thinking what was she doing to distract him and indeed if she hadn’t what would David be doing with the PR team. Indeed what were the guest doing with them, especially if “Tavi” was that good at what she did as this guy Mike had implied.

“I can guess” responded Claire. “You are teaching me not to make assumptions and to go on facts, but I know David better than anyone and he has always had a soft spot” She smiled then corrected herself “no I guess a hard spot for Octavia even since she was a teenager” Robyn smiled to herself, Claire was probably right but she had to gather facts and evidence not assumptions and prejudices.

“You may well be are right Claire, but we do now have a number of pieces of this jigsaw, we need to be careful how we use them to make a full picture and build a solid evidence base” She sat back and closed the file on her lap, putting it to one side on top of her portfolio. “Look Claire I need a few minutes to think this through alone. Then we can make a plan and agree some actions” She paused “I apologise that this all sounds detached but you want to engage my professional services”. Robyn swallowed hard before proceeding with what could be a contentious statement.

“Claire, I feel there is already chemistry between us, I don’t know if you feel that too” Claire’s face lost its smile, Robyn suddenly thought she had read it all wrong. Claire dropped her eyes before raising them again in a broad smile nodding her head. Robyn gave out a big sigh, things it seemed were fine. “But if we are going to succeed in your goal to confirm that David is running some kind of prostitution operation, then we have to leave our feelings at the door” She paused watching Claire’s reaction. “Whatever we might think about the chemistry that is between us we need to develop that separately” She paused again before finishing. “Claire I feel like this morning I have found a new sister who I would like to share more time with in a special way.” Claire nodded and responded.

“Robyn I understand and agree”, she leant forward and lightly kissed Robyn on the lips, Claire then stood up. “Let me leave you for a few minutes, I feel like a need a cigarette and I don’t smoke in the house, so just tap on the window when you are ready to share your ideas.” She brushed down her leather skirt and slowly walked out of the room.

Robyn picked up the file again and opened it checking the pictures one by one and thinking through her ideas. After a while she looked back over her shoulder towards to big glass wall behind her. There sat Claire blowing smoke into the air. Robyn let out a sigh, this was a strange and new situation for her. She was used to dealing with women who wanted evidence of their husband’s infidelity, but this case was different, the claim of a prostitution element had to be managed carefully. It would all be so much easier if she did not have the complication of Claire. New feelings had stirred within her body and it seemed Claire was very willing to reciprocate her interest. The challenge would be to keep her interest in Claire and the case separated. She doubted that would be possible.

Robyn returned to the pictures and her thoughts, smiling to herself as she worked out a plan. The end goal had to be to actually be present at one of the private dinners to get recordings and pictures as hard evidence. That needed access to and the trust of David Imray. Claire was not the way, it had to be through Suzi if she was the real Madam. She had to convince them both they needed a fifth lady in their team, but maybe Claire could help with initial introduction and access. Further she figured that if the new girl Poppy was proving as much a handful as Claire implied then maybe if she could find a way to get alongside her she might prove a good information source if her ability to keep things confidential was true. Certainly a target if she could get into that inner circle. Then there was Mike Allsopp to consider. His testimony could be very valuable, but she once again needed recorded evidence as a minimum. That would be easier she guessed. Posing as a journalist from a leading Motorbike Industry Magazine there was scope to do a feature article on the new CEO of the largest national dealer. She knew how to interview men and how to elicit and probe, especially where ego and sexual opportunity might intertwine.

Robyn got up and walked to the window, she waved and smiled at Claire beckoning her to return. Claire was back quickly and sat facing Robyn on the leather sofas. Robyn laid out her ideas and Claire readily acknowledged them nodding her head in approval at each step. Finally Robyn asked the question that needed to fill in the final piece of the plan. “Claire how do you help to get me an introduction to David and what is the reason?” Claire thought hard and then a smile broke across her face. Robyn knew she had an answer.

“I guess you must take a lot of discreet photos?” Robyn nodded in agreement as Claire continued “So I assume you have some professional camera equipment? Robyn was not sure where this was going but of course she had the equipment. How else did she catch so many men in compromising situations.

“David has said recently that he needs to update the pictures he uses of the company. Make them more modern and also highlight the headquarters building which is special and different.” Claire explained that ImCar HQ was located in an old mansion in the middle of a park they owned. Old and unique and something David had always said they should make more of especially the interior with old panelled rooms as offices. Claire continued.

“Why don’t I introduce you as a Professional Corporate Photographer. For sure he will contract you if you turn up dressed like you are this morning” Robyn smiled, what a great idea she thought.

“Sounds perfect, but we need to add that I can take shots of staff too, that gives me to opportunity to build a portfolio of each of the group, which may be useful to us”. She added that she would take the issue of Mike Allsopp on herself, but that if Claire continued to see him” Robyn paused and smiled knowing full well from the way Claire had talked about him that she had ideas about how to get his cock inside her body! “That could give useful feedback to the way she had approached to him as a journalist. I have never yet met an alpha male could not resist bragging about any female”.

“Robyn James you read me like a book, of course I get horny when I chat with him. When you meet him, I think you will think the same”. Robyn smiled.

“I think we have a plan. If you can let me know how David responds to the idea, I will focus on setting up something with Mike Allsopp and once we have some positive progress we could meet up again” Claire had a disappointed look on her face.

“I had hoped we might find some time together, you know to follow up as you called it our chemistry.” Robyn raised her hand to her mouth, as she would in a shock response.

“Oh Claire, I am so sorry, I had switched totally into work mode. For sure we can find some time together” Robyn paused “In a more relaxed situation would be good”. At this Claire smiled and responded.

“Let’s meet at the country club that we are members of, they have a spa area with pool, sauna and steam rooms. After we have relaxed and had some wine and lunch maybe we could get to know each other in a more intimate way” Robyn smiled and nodded.

Robyn made her excuses and said she ought to go as she had work to do. She stood up and Claire immediately stood too. Claire closed the gap between them and their lips inevitably met. Claire pushed her tongue between Robyn’s lips, little shots of hot smoky breath filled her mouth along with a probing tongue. Robyn could not resist and reciprocated pushing her lips tight against Claire’s. As the embrace continued Robyn felt Claire’s hand slide up between their bodies and start to lightly massage her breast. It felt good, but she needed to keep control as Claire was moving maybe a little too fast for her. She let Claire continue as the feeling was exciting her. Eventually she broke the embrace and stepped back. Claire’s eyes looked a little glazed and if Robyn had through that she had detected the signs of Claire’s hard nipples before it was nothing to compare with the way Claire now seemed to have two cherries poking at the material of her angora wool top. Robyn drew breath, thinking just how big those nipples must be.

“Claire I am sorry but I have to go” Claire nodded. Robyn picked up her portfolio and turned towards the door with Claire following. At the front door, they kissed again, lightly on the lips. Robyn walked across to her car, opened the door and sat in the driving seat. She looked into the rear view mirror watching as Claire stood in the doorway, lifting her hand in a coy wave. Robyn fired up the engine and waved back as she turned in the wide driveway and set off.

She let out a big sigh, neither the assignment not the client relationship was as she had expected when she left home this morning. The only thing that had not changed was the dampness she felt in the gusset of her panties, the remains of all that cum Jonas had injected deep into her earlier in the day. To be continued……………

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