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tongue could probe you, how much of your honey
could smear my face. Only then would I slip a couple of fingers
inside you, seeking out that sweet spot, but too greedy to try for
long. No, I'd have to slip a third finger in, a fourth, my whole
fist, chugging up against your womb until you were screaming with
pleasure as I sucked on your little bud, until you were helpless
with the sensation."
    "I think I could come right now just
by leaning forward," Chastity said in a hoarse whisper. It was
true, yet she detained the movement to see what he would say
next.
    He paused, however, then said, "We'll
be pulling into the station in a few minutes."
    Chastity looked out the window. The
rolling Belgian countryside had given way to suburbs without her
noticing it. Now that they were almost in the station, she wished
they had a little more time. She was enjoying this game, one she
had not played in a very long time. "Pity," was all she
said.
    "Where are you staying?"
    She considered. It was probably no
risk to tell him. He had no idea, surely. "Be Manos."
    He nodded. "Hotel Ibis. However," he
smiled, "I could easily make a change."
    Chastity considered for a moment. If
they had wanted her to work immediately, no doubt Monitor would
have called already. She could always bow out if business called
anyway. This one could be interesting. "Why not? I think it would
be preferable to relax a little before turning to
business."
    Simon stood up, gathering his
briefcase which seemed to be his only luggage, leaning down to
offer her his hand, which gave him a chance to whisper, "You will
come ten times before I enter you. You will not be
disappointed."
    "I expect nothing less," Chastity said
crisply, though she couldn't help but smile with pleasure. Indeed,
as they both checked into Be Manos—he with an explanation of his
canceled reservations at their rival, she receiving a manila folder
with information that she surreptitiously examined—he seemed
relaxed yet expectant. In the elevator up to their floor—how
convenient they were on the same level—he knelt to run his hand up
her leg gently while Chastity watched him in the mirror overhead.
Simon stopped short of any intimate trespass, content to whisk his
hand along her lower cheek under the skirt as the elevator stopped.
He held out his hand to allow her to take the lead, but once out of
the car, she gestured for him to lead the way. She did not want him
in her room. There was likely no need to worry, but old habits died
hard.
    Simon walked confidently to his room,
let them both in and dropped his case carelessly. Chastity knew she
had at least two hours before the rendezvous, so let herself
indulge. "Where shall I sit?"
    True to his word, Chastity came at
least ten times before he entered her. In fact, she came ten times
before he began fisting her, his tongue providing enthusiastic
stimulation that left her gasping with pleasure as she climaxed
over and over, her fingers twined in his immaculately trimmed hair.
When at last she sank back on the still-made bed, he grinned up at
her, his face and hand shiny with her juices.
    "That was wonderful," she sighed.
"What can I do for you?"
    Simon pulled out a condom from his
pocket. "May I take you from behind?"
    "Yes, of course." She made a gesture
to remove her skirt—her panties had already been tossed across the
room—but he demurred, telling her to leave it on. He grabbed a
couple of the pillows from the head of the bed for her to lean upon
and Chastity bent over them, feeling warm and tingly. Simon used
her position to allow his hands to roam across her ass, admiring
the fullness of her cheeks with evident pleasure. "So lovely," he
repeated, "so lovely."
    Chastity was so relaxed by this gentle
massage that it was a surprise when he suddenly thrust inside her,
deeply penetrating to her depths, which made him groan with
delight. "Oh fuck," he said simply. "Oh fuck." And, suiting action
to word, Simon sawed into her with a fury, his amazing