Rachel had been home raising kids for eight years, rarely wearing make up or getting dressed professionally. “Tell me what you like, what you want.”
“I like your new panties.”
“Beg,” she said. XXX As it turns out, we were more than lucky. Rachel was transformed into a sex vixen. ‘Do you like it down there?’ I asked. He nearly leapt to get down under me. I didn’t even know if she would still show up for the interview the following day. You convinced me that I’m only a whore to you. And with Mike, it’s purely business, and I already have him totally wrapped around my finger. I’m really not interested in your little, prematurely ejaculating prick anyway, Joe. Rachel looked at me in disbelief. All day, I imagined what my friends would think when they saw her walking through the halls to Daley’s office.
