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    â€œMy freedom,” Tasha finally replied. “My freedom is what I have to gain.” She stood from her chair and walked over to lock the office door.
    Troy watched her every move. He turned his chair to face her as she closed the blinds and walked behind his desk. She lifted one knee to open his legs wide, her hands massaging the bulge growing in his groin.
    â€œI’m chasing my freedom, Troy, and I’ll do anything to get it,” she whispered in his ear.
    â€œAnything?” he whispered back, the lust making his voice seem deeper as he received the gentle massage in his private area.
    â€œAnything,” she replied.
    He slipped a finger between her legs and smiled when he discovered that she wasn’t wearing any panties. He had to admit, Tasha was a woman determined to get what she wanted.
    Tasha’s beauty had always enabled her to hustle men, and right now, Troy was merely another victim to be added to her long list of conquests.
    Troy stood up and bent Tasha over his desk. Her voluptuous ass was calling for him. He began to grind against her as he undid his belt buckle.
    Tasha played in her pussy, opening herself up for Troy and massaging her clitoris. She pulled a condom out of her bra and slid it to him. “Put the safety belt on it, daddy . . . and let’s ride.”
    Troy, working with a good nine inches, rubbed his bare thickness against her vaginal walls. He wanted to feel just a touch of her rawness before slipping on the condom. “Put it on for me, baby,” he ordered Tasha.
    She turned around, took the condom package out of Troy’s hand, then used her teeth to rip open the packet. She then stared Troy dead in the eyes as she teasingly slipped the condom on him. After making sure the condom was on just right, Tasha turned around and assumed the position. Troy played with Tasha’s womanhood with the tip of his penis.
    With Troy behind her, she didn’t have to look at hs face, and she was getting hot. She licked on her own nipples as she anticipated Troy’s nine inches entering her.
    He slid into her with ease and pumped her so hard that he caused her to crash against the desk. Items flew to the floor as she bucked against him, contracting her pussy on his shaft. He gripped her ass and opened and closed her cheeks as he rocked in and out of her. The sight of her slim waist, round behind, and the sound of her titties bouncing and making slapping sounds only excited him more. He began to moan in delight.
    Tasha had to give it up to Troy. The nigga was fucking her right. If she had known that he was getting down like that, she might have given his ass some pussy the last time they’d connected at the strip club. Instead, Troy had left the club with Tasha’s pussy juice on his face only. But, at the time, that was enough to make her feel disgusted by what she had to do. Prior to that night, Tasha had taken on her role as madam and stopped participating in any sexual acts with anybody, except for Manolo. So even though she was the one who ended up getting her rocks off with Troy’s tongue action that night, a trick was a trick as far as she was concerned.
    But now, Tasha was actually enjoying herself. She closed her eyes and bit her lip when Troy reached around and pinched her nipples. It turned her on, and before she knew it, she too was trying to silence her moans.
    â€œDamn, this pussy so good,” he whispered as his hips moved in circles, causing him to go even deeper inside of her. “Them other tricks ain’t got nothing on your fine ass.” Troy slapped her ass and stroked deeper.
    â€œMmmm, they learned from the best, Big Poppa,” Tasha replied.
    They were so loud that they had attracted a crowd outside of Troy’s office. Someone knocked loudly, but Troy ignored it. They heard a voice from the other side.
    â€œEverything all right?”
    Still ignoring the interruption, Troy didn’t respond. He just