Chapter 11
"Don't blame Tom," Manset said to Joan Sumner. "He only succumbed to what you and I give in to every day."
"He's not paid to give in to his desires," Joan fumed. "Those ungrateful bitches. How dare they run away like this?"
"They just don't appreciate you as I do," Manset told her. "I'm probably the only man in the world who can truly see how exceptional you are."
"Don't patronize me, Robert," Joan snapped. "It's as bad as making fun of me."
"I'm not patronizing you," Manset told her. "I'm stating an irrefutable fact. You are an exceptional woman. I know it for a fact. I guarantee those two girls will never forget their stay here. More, they'll use all the knowledge they gained here to eventually trap some man who'll probably make life a lot more of a hell for them than anything they had here."
"I hope so," Joan all but snarled. "I hope so."
"Come on," Manset told her. "Cheer up. There are millions of virgins out there for the taking. You're still relatively young, and before you get too old you can pop quite a few more cherries."
"I don't know," Joan muttered.
It was early morning and the two were cuddled in her bed, Manset holding her close and nibbling on her ear.
"I do know," he said. "You'll never let a little setback like this throw you. Come on, Joan, cheer up."
"Sure, it's easy for you to say," she snapped. "But without those girls here, what do I have?"
"You have me," he smiled, using his hand to spread her thighs.
Absently she opened her loins and let him climb on top of her, then she looked at him, and said: "You aren't a virgin, Robert."
"Right," he answered, ramming his entire nine inches into her to the hilt. She was the only woman he knew who could take it.
"So what good are you?" she asked, automatically bucking in rhythm to his hard thrusts.
Less than two minutes later Joan Sumner found out just how good Bob Manset really was as her scream rang throughout the house, signaling he'd exploded another atomic orgasm inside her.