Foreword
SHE'D PAID FOR HIM.
He drew her to the sofa, easing her down. Her lips burned under his kiss.
Then, his hand moved under her skirt, caressing and fondling. She writhed against him in sweet anticipation.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she whispered.
"Is this what you want, sweet?" he murmured, his hand stealing inside her panties.
She sighed, spreading her legs as stabs of delight curled through her loins.
He tugged and her filmy panties slipped down off her hips. Every touch of his hand was a burning knife, sinking into her body, awakening delirious responses.
"You're the best I ever paid for," she cried .