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a low fake moan.
    His hands move down and lower the zipper of my skirt and it’s soon falling to my feet.
    “Undress me now,” he mumbles around my breast. “Don’t take it all off, but just get it out of the way. I want to feel your hands on me.”
    Ick! I didn’t want to feel your body on my hands.
    Pulling his shirt from his slacks, I unbuttoned his shirt revealing just what I thought would be found underneath, hairy flab.  This is my twentieth appointment in the past two months. So far, this one is really going to take a lot to get through.
    He moans as I run my hands over his chest. Moving his hand down to the apex of my thigh, his finger pushes inside of me immediately. There was no work up, not trying to get me wet, he just shoves his club right into me.
    My breath hisses through my teeth.
    “Yes, baby, let daddy Jim hear how good I’m making you feel,” he moans.
    Yeah, that’s exactly how he’s making me feel… NOT!
    Pulling his belt open, I unsnap his button and lower the zipper down.
    “Yes, that’s it. Massage me, baby.”
    I resist the urge to shudder as I reach into his pants and pull out his dick. It was small, but I’ll give it to him, he was damn thick. Slowly, I stroke it with my hand. He continues to suckle at my breasts and push his finger in and out of my pussy.
    After a moment, he pulls away and looks me up and down. “Over my desk, now.”
    “Condom or no fun,” I state matter of factly.
    He nods, pulls a condom on and I lean over his desk.
    “Oh fuck, this is just how I envisioned it.”
    He grabs my hips, pushes my legs a little further apart and slams into me. I cry out in pain, but of course he takes it as pleasure. He grips my hips tighter as he continues to fuck me hard and fast.
    “Cum for me baby,” he moans has he reaches around to play with my clit.
    I fake yet another orgasm with yet another man that wasn’t the man I love with all my heart and soul. With each appointment a bigger piece of me chips off and falls to the ground to never be found again.
    “Fuck, yeah,” he moans loudly as he slams into me forcing the desk to slide forward.
    Soon his sweaty nasty body is pressed down on top of me.
    I think I’m going to throw up…
    Pressing several tender kisses across my back, he pulls out of me and begins righting his clothing. I can’t help but rush to do the same. The faster I get out of here the better. The tears were burning the backs of my eyes and I wanted to get out of here before this Jim character saw me.
    “That was amazing Valarie. You must come again.”
    The irony that I haven’t cum at all doesn’t get lost on me, but of course that’s not what he meant.
    “You’ll have to make an appointment, sweetie.”
    I smoothed my hair down, adjusted my coat and I was finally back to the same way I looked when I walked in.
    “Oh, I will be. Now on your way out, will you tell my wife to come here.”
    “Um, who’s your wife?”
    The fucker had a wife!
    “You should have spoken to her when you came in.”
    Oh my God! This guy was a grade A asshole.
    “Sure,” I force out and now I feel like the whore that I am. No amount of justifying myself for this will make this guilt go away. I just helped a man cheat on his wife who was only down the hall.
    Turning, I left the room and go back out the way I came in. Mrs. Hollis smiles at me. I politely tell her that her husband wants her and she wishes me luck and scurries off. Once in my car, I pull out my phone and text Lia
     
    Me:  I’m never doing this guy again. He was fucking married!
     
    Throwing the phone in the seat next to me, I let the tears fall.
    “What have I become?” I sob as I start my car and head back home.

Chapter Five
    Logan
     
     
     
     
    It’s been two months since I’ve seen Faith. It doesn’t seem to be getting any easier. Every day is a struggle to not run back over there to her house and beg her father to let her be with me.  Every day, I have to convince myself all over again