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</div></div><br/><br/><i>" In each breath her trancendence into deviance was made from her relentless plight between resistance and surrender,"   MB </i><br/><br/><br/><br/>“I know but...Marcus...it can't go any lower? I told you that I was looking for 625,"<br/><br/>"I did float that particular figure to the client," he said, " but...they were still steady at 638,"<br/><br/>Diana brushed her peach blonde hair with her hand with a solemn face, she was hoping she would have some extra money at the end of the move to set up some odd and ends for her kids and such.<br/><br/>“So there's nothing you can do?<i>I thought you were the 'miracle worker</i>',"<br/><br/>"Miracles are hard to find at the Rio Vista Miss. Lowstien," Marcus continued, " Due to the drop in the Carlson and Hadford's market fold up, the prices skyrocketed before you entered the market. Look I assure you, the rebound from the sale will be quick. You make good money and I know you will succeed," as he took a long sip from his Chateau St Michelle cabernet.<br/><br/><i>She sighed.</i><br/><br/>“What about...," she began to say, as she traced a finger along her lipstick stained glass, “If you throw in your other services and treat me..." As she flicked her blue eyes upon his own dark eyes.<br/><br/><i>Marcus coasted his hand along her right arm and did a slight palm circle before rising out of his chair, trailing his hand along her exposed arm length before skimming upon her shoulders and stood directly behind her.</i><br/><br/>When she laid her head back and felt his hands massaging her, she was taken back that earlier afternoon when he showed up to look at her house.<i>The way he looked at her. The way he spoke. </i>Diana couldn't believe that the next thing she knew, she was on her knees in her own kitchen, sliding his beautiful masculinity within the pink cradle of her tongue bed and enjoyed her first load from him, and just like the wine she had just drank, the trickling liquid down her throat made her humm a muffled moan.<br/><br/><i>She could have said no when he cornered her in the kitchen early that day, taking her in his confident grip. She was like a Gazelle in the Sub-Saharan plains, seeing the predatory lion hunt her every move but instead of zig-zagging away to the safety of the herd, she chose to be brought down, feeling the hot breath against her nape and sought the refuge of his stoic muscles and power, allowing him to gorge upon whatever he liked and how much he wanted. Diana willingly turned her neck to be sucked and dined upon before being pinned to the kitchen table, her blue eyes could only look at her useless arms that now became straining pedestals to keep her propped while he used his wicked tongue to perform tight circles and techniques she only dreamed of. Diana could still hear the rattling and shaking of the toddler toys on the table along with the silverware, empty juice cups, and seasoning shakers while he as he plundered her neglected sex. They probably could have made it to her bedroom if not for her child Jacob who woke up and started to cry back in his playroom which forced their passionate uprising to come to an abrupt end.</i><br/><br/>Dianna sighed and titled her head back as Andrew dug his massaging hands deep into her shoulder blades.<br/><br/>“Marcus...," she said” if you want me to change my offer to reflect..."<br/><br/>“Shhh..." He said with a whisper, “I don't want to pressure you to do anything other than what you want to do..." He said while dragging his lips along her neck, " would much rather have the original Miss. lowstien..."<br/><br/>The outline of Marcus’s hand could be seen kneading Diana's left breast with a hungry palm that groped its entire worth with a greedy reverence, his digits fiddled with her nipple tip until it was percolated. Diana didn't fight any of this as her dress became a shimmering dark blue water fall, gently clinging to her waist as her tanned chest was exposed, moaning  along the  two strong hands that now took over her breasts as borrowed property.<br/><br/>“You...," she said closing her eyes as she gently pulled down the zipper to his crotch, “can<i> have anything you...want...</i>"<br/><br/>Diana would be carried away to Marcus’s bed where she would be his complete slave, gripping his sheets in desperate euphoria as her whole body would be ravaged and re-filled with his lust for hours. The two would entangle until exhaustion as most lovers would do but not until it changed into wanton fucking, forever changing Diana.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/><i><br/>
In the early morning, Marcus and Diana would make time for another quick interlude as she was completely saturated in his essence once more. Marcus would then be the good gentleman and drive her home, returning Diana to the prim and proper suburban nest from where she came from. <br/>
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He made the sale and 638,000.00 were secured with a handsome commission for himself.</i><br/><br/><i>****</i><br/><br/>It was 08:00AM in the morning and Marcus walked through the glass doors to his business, being greeted by the clicking of keyboard keys and phone call chatter. He was greeted fondly by those who could break away from their conversations to do so as he headed towards the back where Hatice Yildirm, his secretary’s office was. Hatice or for those she would allow to caller as “ Hattie”  was known as Marcus’s right hand woman, or more or less his office manager, confidant, and at times would be brought along with him for his client consultations. Hatice also ran the office and the lesser agents, making their schedules, hiring and even firing – though Marcus had the last say in those instances though he rarely denied Hatice’s intuition. It was known that Hatice was Marcus’s “secret weapon”, he even had it so that Hatice’s office was extended for a large walk in closet where she kept multiple outfits for different occasions to include an impressive professional studio grade makeup kiosk and an on-call hair dresser should she need one. Hatice was also feared, not only was she a strict authoritarian but she was also known to deflect unwanted advances and rivalries. (<i>There was a rumor going around the office, although there was no evidence to be found that it was true – it basically told  that Hatice once made a rival Realty Agent her slave for daring to attempt to one-up her and get in her way though it was thought to have been office water cooler talk</i>).<br/><br/>Marcus walked up to Hatice but saw she was not only jotting down some information on a desk calendar but also on the phone at the same time. Hatice had black hair that fell like a waterfall and coiled around her outfit top, a beautiful and intelligent woman, mixing the sensual with the powerful in one lovely figured package. There was always this tension between them and no one could really figure out how these two haven’t remotely hooked up yet and it is a frequent subject that gets brought up by everyone who knows them. Marcus made a gesture that she would understand, telling her that he’d make the coffee for their morning chat ---<i>something no one else was allowed to do</i>. Hatice had tons of access that no one else was able to get and because of that, the jealousy spread a lot larger in terms of her iron hold on her position.<br/><br/><br/><br/><i>Marcus sank into his office chair and brushed his dark hair back, turning on his desk top and awaited for his flood of messages to begin to trickle in while the Keurig machine cranked a rich smelling brew of java.</i>