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He lowered his mouth to
hers.
    Without
thinking she leaned into him, mouth wide, breasts thrusting, her
hands beneath his pyjama jacket to grasp his muscular torso. His
hands too began to wander, pulling the pink babydoll confection up
to her waist and closing over the hot smooth flesh of her
buttocks.
    'Oh Tom!' she
squealed as he pulled her onto his lap and her legs automatically
scissored around his waist, pressing her most intimate folds
against a column of flesh that rose vertically from his crotch.
    As she
realised what she was doing she tried to pull away but it was too
late. Somehow her wriggling and squirming only managed to lodge the
head of the biggest, smoothest, firmest penis she had ever
encountered into the wet and hungry mouth between her thighs.
    'Oh God!' she
yelled as this irresistible cock invaded her, miraculously unaided
it seemed, and Tom's strong hands on her hips drove her down its
whole length. She rose and fell on the delicious spike, her tongue
down his throat, her fingers twined in his hair. The word 'damn'
echoed somewhere in her head even as her first climax bubbled in
her loins.
    Tom did
little. There was no need. The woman was like a wind-up toy - turn
the key and watch her go. The beauty of it was that she had turned
the key all by herself...
     
    Tom opened his
eyes with a start. A Matisse goldfish swam on the wall in front of
him and by the side of his bed sat a plump nurse with an anxious
look on her pretty face. As for Rosemary...
    'By God, Eve,
I can remember.'
    'Oh, Mr Glass,
how wonderful.' She squeezed his hand.
    'I dreamt I
was in my parents' house in Manchester. I can see them all - mum
and dad and my brother Jack.'
    And the girl
who was nearly my sister-in-law, he added silently. He could
remember every moment of the day he'd fucked her. Fucked her all
over the house. In the kitchen, in his bedroom, in all the
bedrooms, in the living-room on the rug by the fire - which was
where Jack found them on his return from work. He'd had her every
way by then, from the front, from the back, between her tits and
down her throat. She'd swallowed his spunk like a parched pilgrim,
he recalled.
    That's what
she'd been doing when Jack walked in - licking come juice from the
swollen head of his penis as she lay between his spread thighs. Not
that he'd seen Jack make his famous entrance because he'd had his
face buried in the slippery folds of Rosie's crotch, returning the
favour she'd just done him. By that point he'd dropped the pretence
that he didn't know a thing about girls and he'd been giving her
his special cunt-suck: a whistle of hot breath on the clit,
alternating with gentle tongue flicks and accompanied by two
fingers pistoning deep into the vagina. She was coming even as she
screamed out Jack's name.
    'Poor Rosie,'
he said out loud. 'I wonder what ever happened to her?'
     
     

Chapter
4
     
    'Congratulations, Petra,' said Cassie Crow, as she downed a glass
of red wine. 'It's good to see another woman get a grip on the
reins of power.'
    'It's only
while Tom's out of commission,' said Petra Rosewater, Deputy
Executive Officer of Glass Mountain.
    They were sitting on the roof terrace of Cassie's apartment,
the remains of an alfresco dinner on the table between them. The
late summer sun was setting over the river in spectacular fashion.
It was a fabulous view, expensively acquired. But while Fragrant remained the
topselling women's monthly its editor could afford the
best.
    'Of course,
you're the exception that proves the rule,' said Cassie. 'You're
much too attractive to be the boss.'
    'Come off it,
Cassie, times have changed.'
    'Says who?
We're running another article next month on boardroom
discrimination. If you're a woman you still only stand a chance if
you look like a wet weekend. And have no tits.'
    'What?'
    'It's true.
Thirty-eight double D spells typing pool, thirty A and buck teeth
means you might make upper-echelon workhorse. Apart from me, you're
the only woman I know of with