Norman

Sasha looked ready to bolt at any minute, and he couldn't blame her. Norman waved away the waiter, the maître d', and everyone that fawned all over him.

"This is where you bring your women, right?" she asked.

"Wine them, dine them, bed them." He sighed. "Yes."

"At least you're not blunt about it." She took a sip of her water, and he watched her throat work, wondering what it would be like to have his dick passing between those sweet fucking lips.

His cock thickened at the thought.

"I don't believe in holding back. Nothing gets sorted in life if you're constantly waiting around."

"Then I suggest you tell me exactly what you want instead of lingering."

"Fine. I have everything in life. A successful company, cars, money, houses, plenty of time for vacations if I wish. I can have any woman that money can buy."

"You buy women?"

"What I've come to see is that in my world, my personal company comes with certain requirements. They fuck me, I have to give them nice, shiny things in return."

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