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Kelvin and rolled his eyes to heaven.
    'Alberto,
you're a wicked boy,' said Gossamer to his twinkling buttocks as he
glided from the room.
    Kelvin sipped
foam from his cup, quite bemused.
    'Lovely man,'
said Gossamer. 'A complete pussy-hound, of course. He'll be off as
soon as he's piddled on all the lampposts round here, worse
luck.'
    'But,
Prosecutor Hawk—'
    'Kelvin,
please. Any man who admires my breasts as much as you obviously do,
must call me Gossamer.'
    'Gossamer, the
man's a classic macho male, a gigolo, a pimp - surely he represents
everything you wish to change in the male sex?'
    Gossamer
laughed, a long-drawn-out peal of high-pitched merriment that set
her substantial titties atremble.
    'Poor Kelvin,'
she said at last, 'you really don't understand, do you? Perhaps
you'd like to take me to dinner some time and I'll raise your
awareness.'
    The moment the
confused Kelvin had picked up his notes and gone, Gossamer summoned
Alberto with an urgency born of pent-up desperation.
    'Quick, take
them down.'
    'But, Miss
Gossamer—'
    'Shut up. I
want your thick dick in my hand in thirty seconds or you're back on
the dole queue.'
    Alberto
shrugged and dropped his pants, he knew there was no point in
arguing.
    His long
curving Latin prong did not share its owner's reluctance. As he
stood beside her desk it waved in the Prosecutor's face like a
truncheon. She plunged her mouth over the broad brown tip like a
starving woman.
    'OH!' he
groaned in pleasure and pain as sharp fingernails dragged his
scrotum downwards.
    She took her
mouth away and replaced it with her other hand, staring greedily at
the tumescent genitals in her grasp.
    'You're hung
like a horse,' she muttered. 'Put me over the desk and fuck me
silly or I'll have you gelded.' She grinned to herself at the
prospect.
    Alberto took
no notice of her last remark, he was already pulling her to her
feet and hauling her skirt upwards. Thin peach panties descended
over matching suspenders and stockings and pooled around her
ankles. Bent across her desk the twin globes of her bottom cheeks
jutted like great white moons. Alberto peeled apart the flesh to
gaze on the winking star of her arsehole. Below it, the gaping pink
purse of her pussy bubbled with juice.
    He ran the
glans of his cock up and down the bum crevice and fingered the wet
lips of her overflowing honeypot. He gave her left buttock a soft
enquiring slap.
    'Yes!' she
snapped. 'Smack me. Oh! Smack me hard!'
    Broad strong
hands descended in measured blows. Left, right, then left again,
turning the creamy globes into quivering spheres of crimson.
    'YES, YES!'
she yelled. 'Now put it in.'
    Alberto
obeyed. It was more than his job was worth to do otherwise.
    Gossamer
thrust her big beautiful buttocks backwards into his crotch,
spearing herself on his stiff tool. Oh, it was heaven. The
interview with dishy Kelvin had turned her on. It was a pity he was
such a wimp. She'd bet he'd only have half the stamina of
Alberto.
    She came once
and slowed her thrusting, content to pace herself now the first
tide of desire had washed over her. Alberto could stay hard for as
long as she wanted, he wouldn't dare come till she said so. She
thanked the day she had landed this job, if only for the perks.
'Perks spelt P-R-I-C-K-S,' she told herself, jamming back onto his
rearing organ and laughing out loud.
    Alberto muttered, ' Mamma ,' and began to gently diddle her
clit, the agitation of his fingers in her cleft pushing her into
the path of her next wave of pleasure.
    'Oh gosh, oh
gosh,' she cried, jerking her head from side to side, the flailing
locks of her hair lashing down onto the yellow folder which had
occupied her attention that morning.
    The file
marked 'Glass'.
     
     

Chapter
3
     
    In his head,
Tom Glass was sitting in the kitchen of his parents' house in
Manchester marvelling at the slim white legs of his brother's
fiancée as her babydoll nightie rode up her thighs.
    'There you
are, Tommy,' said Rosemary as she set a cup of