Billionaire's Mistress

s point

finest club in all of City Y, a veritable paradise for the well-to-do. Hav

e been here. I ducked my head in discomfort. Elma, the roommate next t

st anxious; I'm also embarrassed. I can't afford t

floor houses a senior private room on par with the presidential suite. I know Elma has

easant environment at the bar, with peopl

s environment, but Elma

glass was refilled. After a while, she patted me on the shoulder and

began to question he

nd out whether there'

be that reckles

be in my place. You've never been to the bar,. Listen, before I come

xious, and I kept my gaze

She made some sort of remark to the

s to each other an

ine throughout their conversatio

up and went ou

down the cup

, "Why did yo

ry abo

I'll go to the bathroom. I'll tell you about my

back to the bar a

a headache f

e wall clock. T

:40 and Elma sti

, so I got up again and

ust in time to hear Elma exclaim, "if y

s thirties, who was shaking after dr

for the night since I hav

nd wore a one-piece miniskirt in the manner of a bodice. She snapped at Elma, "

Are you sick?" "Get him away fr

to take Elma into his arms when I stepped forward, elev

a lot o

e floor and said, "which...

fled up to me, and brought up

llapsed on the club's fro

ing a mess and putting her

drunk and may not re

ith a scowl and told me, "He's back. I'm going to see him now.

I will take the car back late

and I are just roommates. I

nd prepared to turn around and leave. The mobile phone rings at this time, i

d answer it. My sister will cease gettin

is my only chance, and also the on

e club with my fi

ed the man I'd kicked s

, but nothing happened. As I raised my

e usual hero who comes to the rescue of the beautiful girl, but unlike the hero of

to end this

sexually intimate behavior, yet neit

e floor of the presidenti

was very softly. He twisted my head around, stuck his tongue inside, and jiggled around in there. His soft lips were a delight, and his lower body motions matched them well. After

. There was an orgas

making that dri

in bed and stared morosely

with a "crash," and a burly gu

loor, proceeded to the mirror, and methodically cl

ir..." as I stared at the

, "Hmm," witho

st was enough to make me decide

d down as his tie ha

ionless "ok" cam

toned up the suit jacke

the bedside table where the contr

to this a

obediently. I never need him to remind m

farewell to him today, he imme

g, though, I felt

and because he's afraid I'll have a baby with him wi

not want to have a relationship wi

cine obediently. I didn't need him to worry, but I found